i have as of latey having some more nitemares agen. i think may be it is the summer hottings michaelwaving mine brane in mine hed, but probaly that is over soon as itis nerely tha month of sember, which is ortim, when all of tha trees go bald and the wether is cooly agen. and as ppls is always sayin a problem shered is a promblem harved, so i will tell u all mine nitemares to get less scary about it.
mine first nitemare is that i am at tha vets in the weighting room weighting all pashently for mine checkuping, when i am acidental mistaken for one of the docters. they take me 2 tha surgery room and there is a guy on the surgery desk all open up full of meating and i am loking at him scered as i donot know what to do. i look at the nurse there and she say “as u kno, doctore, this feller needs a full transplate of all of his offalings.” and i look and on the desk is a big jar of verious live offals swimmin around in a big wet jar to be put inside him. and i start takin bits out of the man like springs and wires and meatbags and all of that stuff and i look in the offal pot and try and put a matching new offal in for most of them. but it is not that good, and hard to see the types of offals, and i make a bunch of mistakes and eventual i am just putting any old stuff in him like pensiles and pens and clipbordes and he looks like one of those old-style thin and gost-like supermarkit shopen bags full of miselaneous groseries where it is lumply and u see all the shapes of the boxes and bages in it. and i start sewin him up with a nedle and fred and his insides is too fat to go in his skin and i am so nervis of doing a sergery for the first time on the spot that i vom a big one all over him and in his tummyhole. and I take off all mine doctorly robes and I am just a cat agen and all the nurses are so shok that they mistake a cat for a doctore and I am running around and jumping off tha walls and all i want is to gohomagen where i am normal and sitting around mosty and takin naps and playin with toys and not touching yuky offalmeat. And I wake up and bofe dillon and loki are lafeing at me becuse i was so much kickin mine legs in mine sleep. but even of that i was glade becuse it was not real and i am just zigy a regler cat. tho a bit all that day i felt shaken and hornted by tha dream of tha man and the big wet offalpot where offals like eels and goldfishings were swimen about.
another nitemare i had it was aslo about going to tha vet. in tha dream i went 2 tha vet and in tha weitng room there was a family of living vacum clenars, and in a box they had there pet vacuum clener cat. they were a loud loud family all constant screeming like HOOOOOOOO and sucking about every where with there long nosings. and i am caled in for mine apointing and so is the vacum cat at the same time and we have are checkings and needle medisines and after it is all done THA VET PUTS US IN THE WRONG BOXINGS!!!! and the vaclum cat goes home with mine famly to mine house and i GO HOME WITH THE VACLUM CLEANERS!!!! and on the plus sides there house it is clener than are house on acount of them being a famly of vacum cleaners who are constant sucking up dirty messings so they don’t even need 2 try. but on the badly side it is so so loud from the constant HOOOOO HOOOooooo screaming of there suckering and it is so oferwelming and i get a bad bad hedake and all i want is 2 go home to mine own moderitely dirtey but also mosty quiet home. but mine famly prafer the vacum cleaner cat becuse he is a smale vacum cleamer and insted of sicking on tha floor and sheddin hairs on tha carpet and some time asidently spilling cat food, he is sucking up all tha messings and cleaning always. and everone is content with tha new arangement etsept for me who is sad and hedached…
and may be it is simbolic or some thing that so much now i dream of tha vets, becuse recent it was dillon’s turn for chekup. and always we have are vettings in order and i am tha next to go there. and after last yere when i was clinikly diagnose with smale and crustful eyes then may be i am scered that i will get diagnose agan (like with smale brane or a bad tail or dumb fur) and mine conferdence agen will be shatted. but i must be brave becuse chekup is important and mine nedle medisine pratects me from jerms and bad-dooery.