Last night/this morning, I had a dream that I was getting ready for work, and noticed that a tan kitten had gotten into my apartment. I couldn't figure out how in the dickens that little guy made it in.
I sat him on the rail on my deck, and got him some milk and said to myself, "I will call him Mr. Jingles."
Then I thought that might be a silly name so I tried desperately to think of something else. But I was having that dream-fog where the thoughts just wouldn't flow.
I sat him on the rail on my deck, and got him some milk and said to myself, "I will call him Mr. Jingles."
Then I thought that might be a silly name so I tried desperately to think of something else. But I was having that dream-fog where the thoughts just wouldn't flow.
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