Today Lori and I have stepped into the Twilight Zone. I’m not sure what to make of this, but the story I am going to relate is true. Last night I had the sense that a cat was walking on our bed. I was sleepy enough that I didn’t fully wake up but I was able to remember that all the cats were locked on the back porch for the night. I attributed the movement to Lori and went back to sleep, even though it really felt like something walking over my legs. Something about the weight of a cat ( a feeling I was quite used to before they started abusing the privilege of sleeping with us)
By morning I had completely forgot about it, but the first thing Lori says to me this morning was: “I had the weirdest dream last night and it seemed so real. I dreamed that there was a cat walking across my pillow. I thought it woke me up but I know I must of only been dreaming.” Now unless Derek & Jasna drove up here and ditched their cats on us, we only have four cats, and that’s exactly how many were on the back porch this morning when I let them out.