OT: Wildest Dream
Question:
I know I was probably groggy and stuff but I *was* awake. This was more like a waking dream. I swear I was in another room in another place, with both Persia and John. How odd. "Shivers" That had to be a strange feeling. Skritches, KittyLady
Response:
When I was in college, my roommate and I had a little cat named Shad. One night Susan had a reaction to some Chinese food and we rushed her to the local emergency room for treatment. They shot her up with benedryl and epinephrine (and upper and a downer, basically) and after observing her for a couple of hours, we came home. She woke up an hour later and thought she was still in the hospital. Shad was on her bed and she was terrified they would find him and throw him out the door, miles from home. So, she snatched him up and tossed him off the bed. She then laid back down but Ohmigoodness! could still feel him moving around on the bed! She sat up and tossed him off the bed a little more firmly, this time. She laid back down but dang! he was STILL moving around on the bed! She sat and grabbed him, but this time she woke up enough to know that she was at home, and had been throwing Shad into the wall on the right side of her bed. He jumped off the bed in a hurry and didn’t try to sleep with her for a LONG time, no matter what enticements she offered. I often wonder what the poor guy thought, having her snatch him up and throw him into the wall repeatedly… Cindy
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – When I was in college, my roommate and I had a little cat named Shad. One night Susan had a reaction to some Chinese food and we rushed her to the local emergency room for treatment. They shot her up with benedryl and epinephrine (and upper and a downer, basically) and after observing her for a couple of hours, we came home. She woke up an hour later and thought she was still in the hospital. Shad was on her bed and she was terrified they would find him and throw him out the door, miles from home. So, she snatched him up and tossed him off the bed. She then laid back down but Ohmigoodness! could still feel him moving around on the bed! She sat up and tossed him off the bed a little more firmly, this time. She laid back down but dang! he was STILL moving around on the bed! She sat and grabbed him, but this time she woke up enough to know that she was at home, and had been throwing Shad into the wall on the right side of her bed. He jumped off the bed in a hurry and didn’t try to sleep with her for a LONG time, no matter what enticements she offered. I often wonder what the poor guy thought, having her snatch him up and throw him into the wall repeatedly… Cindy
Now that’s scary! At least all I did was try to shush my cat in order for her to not wake someone up who wasn’t even there! And no, I wasn’t on drugs. Jill
Response:
- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – When I was in college, my roommate and I had a little cat named Shad. One night Susan had a reaction to some Chinese food and we rushed her to the local emergency room for treatment. They shot her up with benedryl and epinephrine (and upper and a downer, basically) and after observing her for a couple of hours, we came home. She woke up an hour later and thought she was still in the hospital. Shad was on her bed and she was terrified they would find him and throw him out the door, miles from home. So, she snatched him up and tossed him off the bed. She then laid back down but Ohmigoodness! could still feel him moving around on the bed! She sat up and tossed him off the bed a little more firmly, this time. She laid back down but dang! he was STILL moving around on the bed! She sat and grabbed him, but this time she woke up enough to know that she was at home, and had been throwing Shad into the wall on the right side of her bed. He jumped off the bed in a hurry and didn’t try to sleep with her for a LONG time, no matter what enticements she offered. I often wonder what the poor guy thought, having her snatch him up and throw him into the wall repeatedly… Cindy
About 12 years ago, I was having a very restless night, I turned over in bed and banged Snoopy’s head against the wall with my elbow, it hurt my elbow I dread to think how much it hurt her, I felt physically sick. She didn’t sleep on my bed for about a week after that, then for the next few months she sleapt by my feet. Since then she’s sleapt by my head again. — Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat.
Response:
I must be travelling too much. I woke up a short while ago with Persia next to me and I didn’t know where I was. I could have sworn I was in a hotel room with my LLL asleep next to me. Persia woke up with me and started her "mama" meow and purring and head butting and I was telling her "shhhh, don’t wake him" and giving her scritches. I couldn’t find my glasses on the night stand and I didn’t want to turn on a light. When I finally did find my glasses I couldn’t find the door to the bathroom. It was only when I found the bathroom and the light switch I realized I was at home in my own bedroom and no, he’s not here with me. It was a very disconcerting feeling to not know I was in my own home. I used to have issues with sleep-walking. I know I was probably groggy and stuff but I *was* awake. This was more like a waking dream. I swear I was in another room in another place, with both Persia and John. How odd. Jill (who is definitely awake now) — I used to have a handle on life…but it broke off.
