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[arliss]

I had an odd dream this morning. Very vivid. It was dark, and there was a cat on the deck. It's been warm lately, so as we do when it's warm, we'd raised the glass panel on the storm door to let the breeze in through the screen. And our cat's footstool was by the door where he likes to sit and sniff the breeze, taunt the birds, and bask in the sun. He doesn't take well to other cats being on the deck, so I went out to shoo the other cat away. I caught sight of TC streaking past me. He never goes outside, so I bent and scooped him up. But when I got back inside I realized there had been two other cats out there, and I'd scooped up one of the strangers. TC was gone.

Not a big deal, ordinarily. But TC's a feral rescue, he's never been outdoors since he was trapped, and never here, and he's deathly afraid of strange humans. He's also missing a leg. So finding him wasn't going to be as simple as rattling a Pounce can and calling, "Kitty, kitty, kitty."

I was distraught, and ready to mount a search, mobilize the neighbors, put up flyers. But before I could start, we learned that two little boys up the street had gone missing. So I had to put my feelings for TC aside and join the effort to find the boys. On one hand I didn't hesitate for a minute. On the other hand I resented the time I wasn't looking for TC, and the worry for him was chittering at me beneath the surface.

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[debg.livejournal.com]

Jeepers, woman.

I read that and forgot that you said it was a dream.