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This time I dreamed of cats. It's the recurrent cat motif of mine: I suddenly discover that I have a lot more cats on hand. I go out back, and there is an army of them, or at least a good dozen. The kicker: most of them are calico cats. And I am, like, "Aww!" I guess I just have a big weak-spot for calicoes. Coco does come to mind, though the dream is realistic enough that it is understood that Coco is not among these cats, nor anywhere else anymore (but in my heart, but in my heart). I rush out toward a group of calicoes, but, naturally, they all run away from me. However, one cat actually comes to me, but it is not a calico. It forwardly rubs its head against my hand, desperate for affection, or at least for a provider. This cat does look under-nourished, and is a rather homely critter at that, nor does it seem all that optimistic that a home will be found with me, no doubt used to losing and always having to take life at its hardest.
