Weird dreams
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gemfyreWeird dreams again last night.
We were somewhere not near home but for some reason I had my two cats with me. You know 'em, Cooking Fat and Phantom (weird things is, Cooking was normal and healthy and not really old and certainly not dead, which he actually has been for 9 years). Something happened to Cooking Fat, I can't remember what, maybe something with his teeth? But Phantom had gone somewhere and she had dust in her eye. Now she was sitting on the chest just inside the Greenmount house. So I leaned down to wipe it out and after I did another bit of debris appeared in the bottom of her eye. So I removed that. Then ANOTHER bit of junk appeared, so I removed that. Then the most bizarre thing. A piece of PAPER (like a strip from a magazine) appeared so I gently removed it (it was about 1.5cm wide and 15cm long). ANOTHER piece appeared so I gently pulled THAT out and noticed her eyelid was becoming prolapsed (no surprise here). So I took her and Cooking Fat to the vet nearby. They were great. The vet said they'd have to do an op on Phantom and I was like "How much will that cost?" and the nurse said "However much you can pay." After it all I decided I'd determine to spare them at least $20.
So Cooking Fat was just being kept in one of the vet cages. He was fine. Phantom went in for her op while I waited. A bit later the doctor took me into the operating room (I'd figured he'd figured that I was used to this stuff and wouldn't be squeamish, which I wasn't).
Here's where it gets a little disturbing. In my dream I wasn't disturbed. I thought it was a little weird but trusted the vet to do his job properly (which he did). Here was a skinned cat on the table with it's head opened up. He explained that she'd obviously been chewing the magazines or something and big wad was stuck in some cavity of her head and that's why it was coming out of her eyes. He'd removed the debris. I just nodded in understanding and went back out. When the vet was done and Phantom came out she looked just like normal. So she was put in recovery for a while. Matt and I waited so we could take both cats home.
Now because we were elsewhere, we had a lot of stuff with us. So we were sitting in a large room - seemed almost like a conference room (right beside the vet staff room). A few other friends are sitting around waiting too. Then all of a sudden all these kids barge into the place and start wrecking stuff. They're mostly dressed in clubbing and street gear and are a bit younger than us. I'm worried about the cats but they are okay in a back room. Not long after police arrive and catch the kids with a bit of assistance from us. But seeing as a "crime has been commited" we have to wait and they have to go through ALL our stuff. I get quite upset, sneak into the vet staff room and ask how long it will be until the cats are ready to be taken home, then get rudely pulled outside by a cop. He starts going through my stuff. As I remove them I clearly show him things like nail files and scissors. Eventually he gives me the all clear and I just have to put everything away again! Oh yeah, and I'm also wondering how the cats will take the trip home and neither likes car trips. God knows how and why they came with us in the first place.
God dreams can be so damn weird! This one was really vivid too.
We were somewhere not near home but for some reason I had my two cats with me. You know 'em, Cooking Fat and Phantom (weird things is, Cooking was normal and healthy and not really old and certainly not dead, which he actually has been for 9 years). Something happened to Cooking Fat, I can't remember what, maybe something with his teeth? But Phantom had gone somewhere and she had dust in her eye. Now she was sitting on the chest just inside the Greenmount house. So I leaned down to wipe it out and after I did another bit of debris appeared in the bottom of her eye. So I removed that. Then ANOTHER bit of junk appeared, so I removed that. Then the most bizarre thing. A piece of PAPER (like a strip from a magazine) appeared so I gently removed it (it was about 1.5cm wide and 15cm long). ANOTHER piece appeared so I gently pulled THAT out and noticed her eyelid was becoming prolapsed (no surprise here). So I took her and Cooking Fat to the vet nearby. They were great. The vet said they'd have to do an op on Phantom and I was like "How much will that cost?" and the nurse said "However much you can pay." After it all I decided I'd determine to spare them at least $20.
So Cooking Fat was just being kept in one of the vet cages. He was fine. Phantom went in for her op while I waited. A bit later the doctor took me into the operating room (I'd figured he'd figured that I was used to this stuff and wouldn't be squeamish, which I wasn't).
Here's where it gets a little disturbing. In my dream I wasn't disturbed. I thought it was a little weird but trusted the vet to do his job properly (which he did). Here was a skinned cat on the table with it's head opened up. He explained that she'd obviously been chewing the magazines or something and big wad was stuck in some cavity of her head and that's why it was coming out of her eyes. He'd removed the debris. I just nodded in understanding and went back out. When the vet was done and Phantom came out she looked just like normal. So she was put in recovery for a while. Matt and I waited so we could take both cats home.
Now because we were elsewhere, we had a lot of stuff with us. So we were sitting in a large room - seemed almost like a conference room (right beside the vet staff room). A few other friends are sitting around waiting too. Then all of a sudden all these kids barge into the place and start wrecking stuff. They're mostly dressed in clubbing and street gear and are a bit younger than us. I'm worried about the cats but they are okay in a back room. Not long after police arrive and catch the kids with a bit of assistance from us. But seeing as a "crime has been commited" we have to wait and they have to go through ALL our stuff. I get quite upset, sneak into the vet staff room and ask how long it will be until the cats are ready to be taken home, then get rudely pulled outside by a cop. He starts going through my stuff. As I remove them I clearly show him things like nail files and scissors. Eventually he gives me the all clear and I just have to put everything away again! Oh yeah, and I'm also wondering how the cats will take the trip home and neither likes car trips. God knows how and why they came with us in the first place.
God dreams can be so damn weird! This one was really vivid too.
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Date: 2003-12-05 05:58 pm (UTC)A teacher gets up in front of class one day and says, "Now today students, we're going to talk about our pets and if any of them have interesting names."
Little boy puts up his hand and goes, "Miss miss!! We have a dog and his name's Fido!"
The teacher says, "Well that's great that you have a pet dog, but Fido isn't really an unusual name, does anyone have a pet with a really unusual name?"
Little girl puts up her hand and goes, "Miss miss! We have a bird and its name is Tweety!"
The teacher says, "Well that must be a lovely little bird but Tweety isn't a very unusual name either. Does anyone have a pet with a really strange name?"
Little Johnny puts up his hand and goes, "Miss miss!! We have a cat and it's name is Cooking Fat!"
The teacher says, "Wow, that is an unusual name. How did he get that name?"
"Well every night when dad when comes home drunk and trips over the cat he says 'One day I'm gonna kill that Cooking Fat!'"
My dad liked the joke so much that he named the cat Cooking Fat (Cooking or Cook for short). I was too young to even realise we had a cat when he was named.
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Date: 2003-12-05 06:06 pm (UTC)I would expect a cat with that name to be a Persian butterball. But let me guess, Cooking Fat was slim and trim and shorthair? *grins*
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Date: 2003-12-05 06:12 pm (UTC)He died of kidney failure in 1994. He became very scruffy and emaciated in his last days. But overall he was a beautiful tabby.
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Date: 2003-12-05 06:16 pm (UTC)Thank you for posting a picture of Cooking Fat.
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Date: 2003-12-05 06:21 pm (UTC)Phantom is the same.