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  • I have this recurring dream.

    I find a kitten.

    Usually somewhere odd. Like a church nursery. Or an old mill.

    Then I find another.

    And another.

    And another.

    I can't just leave them.

    So I get a box.

    (And by that I mean a magic dream box appears in my hands.)

    So I start gathering kittens. Putting them in my box.

    But the more I gather, the more appear.

    Kittens, kittens, everywhere.

    Tabbies. Calicos. Scottish Folds. Cornish Rexes. Absynnians. Persians. Himalayans. Turkish Vans. Lavender-Point Siamese.

    Some are adolescents. Some are toddlers. Some are tiny mewling balls of fur.

    Some are beautiful. Some are so ugly they're cute.

    But many are horribly deformed. Too many eyes. Shriveled legs. Voldemort noses.

    They all go in the box.

    But I can never keep up.

    I can never save all the kittens.

    My fiancee says these kittens represent ideas. All the ideas my subconscious has that my conscious cannot capture.

    Maybe.

    Or maybe my subconscious is really just that preoccupied with kittens.
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