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Caturday Pootie Diary: Nice dreams [1]
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Date: 2025-06-28
I sat on the side of my bed, considering lying down and going to sleep. It was a warm night and that always made sleeping mildly uncomfortable. I’m lucky in that my room is shaped so that my bed is directly under a window, so if it’s even a little cooler outside than it is inside I get a little relief. I was hoping it would be enough tonight.
Freddie jumped up onto the mattress at the foot of the bed and walked toward me.
“You’re here!” I said, delighted.
“Don’t make it weird,” he said, butting his head against my leg.
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We settled on top of the blankets on our respective sides of the bed and I reached up and shut of the light. The light of the full moon shone down through my open window and provided enough light that I could see Freddie slowly grooming his fur.
I stroked him.
He paused his bath. In the grey light I saw him turn his head to look at me. “If you touch me, this isn’t going to work,” he told me.
I withdrew my hand. “Mean,” I observed.
“Too hot,” he explained.
“Right.”
"Freddie,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” he answered, just as quietly.
“The vet’s office sent me a newsletter email that said you dream about me. Is that true?”
“I don’t like the vet,” he whispered.
“That’s not the point.”
A thoughtful silence stretched out between us.
“I don’t want to talk about the vet,” he said, finally.
I huffed a laugh.
"Seriously, though. Do you dream? About me?”
“Of course. I assume you dream of me too,” he said.
“I do! Nice dreams!” I paused, a little nervous. “You have nice dreams about me?”
“Sure,” he said on a yawn. “You’re a nice human.”
I sighed in relief, glad I wasn’t some kind of ogre to him in his sleep.
“I dream that you feed me more often,” he continued. “That’s a very nice thing to do.”
I rolled my eyes.
"I dream that you cuddle more,” I shot back. “And that you let me hold you. For as long as I want.”
He snorted. “Dreams aren’t real,” he said.
I shrugged. “It’s a nice dream. It’s what nice kitties do.”
“I’m a nice kitty,” he said, defensively. “You always say so.”
I deflated a little. “It’s true. You are very nice. The vet says so, too.”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about the vet,” he said, stiffly.
“I dream about birds sometimes,” he offered into the darkness. “Especially that bird I caught. Remember when I caught that bird?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, the stress of that moment flooding my memory. “I remember,” I whispered. “You could have gotten sick.”
“I’m too good a hunter to get sick from a bird,” he huffed.
“You are a good hunter,” I agreed, thinking about how grateful I am that he didn’t know what to do with the bird once he caught it and it had escaped pretty quickly. “Do you ever dream of the hummingbirds?”
“They are very rude,” he said.
“That’s just because they’re hungry all the time. That’s why I leave them sugar water.” I made a mental note to refill the feeder, feeling mildly guilty.
"I dream about work a lot,” I confessed. “I wish I didn’t. I spend too much time there as it is.”
“You do,” he agreed. “You should stay home more.”
I sighed. “I wish I could. But someone has to pay for your kibble.”
He thought about it. “You’re right. You should work.”
“Since I have to go to work tomorrow, we should probably get some sleep,” I said, rolling to my favorite sleeping position on my right side. It was the side facing him, so I could see him, curled up in the moonlight.
He blinked slowly at me. “You’re going to sleep all night again, aren’t you?” he sighed.
“That’s what humans do.”
He shook his head, then rested it on his paws. “Human nonsense,” he muttered.
“Sleep good,” I whispered. “Only nice dreams.”
“Only nice dreams,” he agreed.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I’m pretty sure cats do dream when they sleep just because there was a night when my Desi was asleep in my lap and she started to growl and her hair slowly rose. I petted her and she calmed down all without waking up. That was obviously not a nice dream, but I hope all the rest of them were (and are, for Freddie).
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