I had the most fascinating experience as I lay in my bed last night. As my eyes moved rapidly in time with the channel-surfing taking place in my exhausted brain, I suddenly felt the warm and heavy sensation of something pouncing upon my right arm with hedonistic abandon.
"Hmm..." I thought, still deep in dreams. "That's an interesting premise, for on one hand you undoubtedly have Cat".
The evocative thought soon faded out of consciousness as I feel into deeper slumber. It was a brief reprieve for soon I was pulled once more into the debate. This time the apparition was nuzzling my left arm.
"Well, it's hard to refute your point..." I mused "that on the other hand, you also have Cat".
I muttered and flopped onto my side. As far as my eyes could gaze, I was surrounded by a tangle of felines. Big, small, stripped, furry, Cheshire and bald. Each was debating their value as contributing members of animal society. Long into the night, the creatures made passionate and compelling arguments about their respective positions in the social order.
Finally, I felt a warm, pointy, jarring thud on the back on my head. Purring hit my ears in stereo and I found myself compelled to gasp for air.
"Yes, yes of course... on your face you have..Ca---".
My eyes opened suddenly as I shook myself from my stupor. As the fuzziness dissipated, the arguments that had made such an impact on me felt increasingly irrelevant. I turned to see Mya, my 12 pound tortie looking up at me with casual innocence. Ptolemy, my other cat sat casually at my feet. In one deft motion I grabbed both by their scruff and tossed them unceremoniously out of my bedroom.
Still half awake, I closed the door, I saw the shadow of Mya wandering casually down the hall. The light from the window caught her face... I swear she was smiling.