some days you just wake up with a groan

This is especially true when your house is flooded with cats. See I knew today was going to start off rough because the pet store was out of the regular food my kitties eat. They eat a mixture of Georgi and Chickopee, mainly because not even the street cats want to eat Georgi by itself. Instead of the Chickopee, they sent me Friskies –and the two bags not even of the same flavour. Any time you change a cat’s diet, you are in for several days of kitty tummy upset and in my house this works out to being a bout of mass yakking anywhere and everywhere and 18 cats with diarrhea. Oh joy.

So I guess it is no wonder that last night I had a really bizarre dream in which I engaged in a discussion with a ‘neighbour’ — I mean, she was my neighbour in the dream but is not an actual neighbour and not anyone I know in real life — about taking down bags of kitty litter to the trash. Making it even more bizarre was that I’d been dreaming along in English but the whole discuss the kitty litter segment was entirely in German. Yes, I had been reading a book in German just before bed but you’d think if I was going to have a language switcheroo mid-stream there it would have been into Hebrew. At least in the dream she was the one laden down with bags and bags of the used litter.

Yeah, you know what my morning has been like.