Well, today I tried the heated cubed turkey bits with heated turkey gravy over the top. Nobody would eat it. Shiva even scratched at the side to bury it. So I put a packet of wet food on top and it eventually all got eaten. I think that's my last try at getting rid of the packets. I'll have to use the turkey gravy on noodles for me, or something.
This morning I dreamed that I was in my van with Smokey, a very smart cat who died almost 10 years ago, and I couldn't remember where I lived. I didn't have my wallet with me and I stopped several places asking them to look my name up on their computers, but nobody would do it. Finally, Smokey and I tried a small business on a side road and the man said the computers were in another building. We followed him down a dirt road and then went into a warren of buildings that looked like a commune. It turned out their computers didn't connect with the net, so I asked why he'd brought us and he said they had an apartment I could live in. I took a look and it was a small room furnished by leftover things. Even if it'd been a nice room, I didn't want to live in the commune. Then it came to me and I whispered "nine four six eight" to Smokey, whose tail went up and he led me back out to the car to go home. Of course, in real life, I have a bright pink sheet with all my medical info, including my address, in the blue visor of the van.
Tags: cats, dreams
