Your yellow hair is kinder than your heart is

[sovay]

I got up very early this morning on an hour's sleep to accompany my mother to a doctor's appointment and stayed surprisingly awake until four in the afternoon, when I finished Ross Macdonald's The Way Some People Die (1951), started The Barbarous Coast (1956), passed out for another hour with Hestia curled behind my knees, and had a solid narrative block of nightmare of the kind that looks stupid when written down, but was vividly disorienting and upsetting even as I was waking from it. I was badly overheating. I lay on my back trying to feel real. Hestia was gone by then, but Autolycus leaped onto the bed and instantly molded himself to my side, purring so that I could feel it vibrating through my ribs. Earlier he had been prowling around the top of the dresser while vocally speculating about leaping onto the top of the bedroom door (I am pleased to say he did not go for it) and for some time after that I'd heard him playing with the jingly feather on a stick, but he stayed beside me, dedicatedly purring, until the dream started to drain off and I could think about getting up and making dinner. After I had made a baked potato with goat cheese and was still not feeling fantastic, he arranged himself on my lap and employed more purring along with a judicious grooming of my hands. He is a very empathetic little cat. Everything else I wanted to write about today needs more sleep first.

Comments

[yhlee]

I hope you're sleeping and not reading this right now ;) but in case you need an anti-nightmare dream anecdote: I had a non-nightmare but very weird dream about a space opera TV show in which Kermit the Frog was an evil overlord and had created a mutant Kermit the Frog with a very red forked tongue to serve as his general.

I'm pretty sure you and I both know exactly what this dream is referring to, but I really hadn't expected the whole "puppet" thing to go to the Kermit the Frog place!

[davidgillon]

Piiiigs in Spaaaaace!!!

[yhlee]

I'm trying to think who corresponds to Miss Piggy in this scenario and my head is breaking. I think said evil overlord may be Kermit the Frog [edit: fixed typo] AND Miss Piggy.

*boggles*

[davidgillon]

Now who do we know who lurks unseen in people's heads in order to play evil overlord....

[sovay]

Piiiigs in Spaaaaace!!!

HUZZAH YIKES.

[sovay]

I had a non-nightmare but very weird dream about a space opera TV show in which Kermit the Frog was an evil overlord and had created a mutant Kermit the Frog with a very red forked tongue to serve as his general.

Your id is the best.

[davidgillon]

Everything else I wanted to write about today needs more sleep first.

I crashed out about 8PM, woke up about 2:30, which is more than you've had, but still not enough for me to get by on. I don't have anything remotely intellectual planned until I've had more sleep

[sovay]

I don't have anything remotely intellectual planned until I've had more sleep

I hope you've slept since!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Fevver onna stick! (Always a good toy, but you try saying "feather" wiv your mouf full of fevvers.)

[sovay]

Fevver onna stick! (Always a good toy, but you try saying "feather" wiv your mouf full of fevvers.)

Autolycus solves this problem by dragging the toy into my office by mouth and saying mrrrrrp?, which requires very little articulation but successfully (and rather imperiously) conveys a request to be played with, now.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Bless these cats.

[sovay]

Bless these cats.

I love them very much.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

You are blessed in your cats. I am so glad you are reunited.

[sovay]

You are blessed in your cats. I am so glad you are reunited.

Me, too!

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Our new cat, Nana, is also a little black cat (she's not yet six months old, so I don't know what her adult stature will be). She too is highly empathetic and affectionate, and is a great help when Andrew's having panic attacks. I do sometimes wish she'd knead my shoulder or my arm rather than my neck -- it's not entirely comfortable to have one's windpipe massaged by a tiny but powerful beast, however well-intentioned.

[sovay]

I do sometimes wish she'd knead my shoulder or my arm rather than my neck -- it's not entirely comfortable to have one's windpipe massaged by a tiny but powerful beast, however well-intentioned.

Aw. She sounds like a very good cat.