I swear this is true…
The following is a true story. I am not making it up, although, since it happened in the morning, I may not remember everything correctly.
First, some background. I have not talked much about her, but we do have a cat. Her name is Bianca. We’ve had her for about 6 or so years now, right from the time she was born. We had her fixed and found a new home for her mommy (a.k.a – Grandma’s house). Her mommy (Kitty Kitty – that’s a story for a different post!) went to live at Grandma’s across the street from us. Kitty Kitty was very proficient at reproducing, and always seemed to have the same basic kitten: long hair, black or grey, with the possibility of some white thrown in. Her descendents have continued her great reproductive legacy. I think my mom is mostly ok with that – it’s a bit of a farm atmosphere there and cats are great at keeping the littler critters away.
Our Bianca is a terrific hunter herself. Often we will see her, stalking her prey. There have been several baby bunnies, birds and mice left for us to admire at our doorstep. She is a pretty small cat. She wasn’t the runt of the litter, but it’s like she never grew up either. She is pretty thin – with shorter hair – not a big puffball by any means.
Ok – here is the story:
I had to drive Hubby into work today. As we are driving, he says to me:
“You know, I had this strange dream last night. I was sleeping and I thought I felt Bianca jump on me. I went to pet her, but it wasn’t her. It was a kitten. And then another kitten. Suddenly it seemed there were kittens everywhere. We looked under the bed and there was Bianca with about 40 kittens! Hubby looked at me in confusion because we know she is fixed and besides, he never saw her get fat (and that is something one would definitely notice on Bianca!).”
I thought that was kind of a funny dream because of something my mother told me yesterday. So I told him:
“Mom told me that her porch cat, who usually ducks and hides when Chewie comes to “visit” her, has actually been hissing at Chewie lately instead. She was pretty sure the cat hadn’t grown this backbone for no reason, and she discovered the reason later on: there were kittens to protect. The porch kitty had given birth a few weeks before and now “dropped off” the kittens for my mom to put in a crate to keep them away from natural enemies (such as that lunatic dog that comes over whenever he feels like it and thinks it’s ok to come on my porch and eat my food! And don’t get me started on that other one that tries to sniff my butt!). So my mom put the 3 black kittens into the crate and has been letting mommy in and out a few times a day, safe in the knowledge her babies are fine. But a few hours after putting the kittens in, there was a loud meowing from the porch. Mommy had neglected to bring the last kitten to the crate. This one was unusual though – it was not grey, not black, not even white, but tabby colored.”
So Hubby says to me:
“That is so weird. I was going to say this, but then decided not to because I didn’t think it was important. One of the kittens that Bianca had in my dream was a tabby!!”
Cue Twilight Zone music
So either Hubby is channeling my mother OR he is channeling his dog dreaming about my mother’s cats!