I promise to stop reporting and analyzing my dreams, eventually. Right now, the fact that I'm having all these weird dreams is interesting to me. Last night I had had another baby, it seems, and I was trying to breastfeed it. It was frustrating because it wasn't going well. Alternately, it seemed, I was looking for my old cat Calico. We were going through yard after yard, with everyone out playing with dogs--in one case, a yard full of dogs--and no one had seen Calico. Of course, with all those dogs, she'd have been hiding. At one point I was poking in the underbrush along a road, and it was like a tunnel (maybe the White Rabbit had been there?). People came up out of it as if it were quite normal.
I know I have NO desire to have another baby. At my age, it is impossible anyway, but even if it weren't out of the question, I've had my two, and now it's their turn to have children. Maybe one day.... I'm not going to rush them.
After living to be 21, Calico has been gone for nearly a decade and is safely (I hope) buried back in Missouri, underneath a bridal veil plant. So what was I really looking for? The hubby and I have been talking about adding another cat (another baby?) to our menagerie, although I don't know why we even contemplate the idea. Simon is not good with other animals. I'd seen an ad for Bengal kittens (a mere $300 each!), and spouse looked them up on Google. It delighted him to see that some varieties of these cats look like marble cake. He was also entranced by the descriptions of their personalities. (I sometimes wonder about the personality descriptions. Isn't that a lot like astrology? "If you're a Libra, then this is what you are like" kind of stuff?)
Really, I think I'd prefer to adopt a Heinz 57 cat rather than search out another purebred. The problem is that when I look at them in the places where there are dozens up for adoption, I want to bring most all of them home with me, not just one. We have discussed adopting two at once, perhaps from the same litter, next time around. Maybe next year, or the year after that....
In the never-ending story of Winter in Michigan, yet another storm is heading for us. We are being told to prepare for wind chills as low as minus 20. Guess who is not going to be taking a walk in that weather! My home state of Louisiana is in the 70s today. Soon the azaleas will be blooming. The dogwoods will blossom. Up here, we won't even see a yellow dot on the forsythias for another two months. I suddenly remembered an old cartoon that hubby once gave me. An elderly couple is in bed. She gets cold and instructs her husband to "throw another cat on the bed." (The room is full of cats, including two or three already on the bed.) Maybe my bizarre subconscious is trying to figure out a way to stay warm through the rest of the winter. Nah.
I just checked our local forecast. Amend that -20 to -25, with temps Sunday between 4 and 6 degrees and wind gusting to about 40 mph. Is it too late to rush out and adopt a dozen cats? Dr. S.
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