The cat awoke me this morning, paws kneading my skull.
"I don't want to work all the time," said the cat, telepathically. At first this didn't amaze me, groggy as I was with uninterrupted sleep. I shoved the cat aside and brushed my teeth, chatting with Sylvia.
It wasn't until I stood under the shower's spray that the incongruities hit me.
"Hey, the cat was talking!" I thought.
And then, "And he was doing it telepathically!"
And then, "Wait a minute - when did we get a cat?"
And then, "Wait a minute - we can't have pets, I'm allergic."
And then, finally, I came to full consciousness and realized the cat was a dream, or a pet from a parallel universe briefly visited, its afterimage lingering for a short span of time after the transition.
"I don't want to work all the time," said the cat, telepathically. At first this didn't amaze me, groggy as I was with uninterrupted sleep. I shoved the cat aside and brushed my teeth, chatting with Sylvia.
It wasn't until I stood under the shower's spray that the incongruities hit me.
"Hey, the cat was talking!" I thought.
And then, "And he was doing it telepathically!"
And then, "Wait a minute - when did we get a cat?"
And then, "Wait a minute - we can't have pets, I'm allergic."
And then, finally, I came to full consciousness and realized the cat was a dream, or a pet from a parallel universe briefly visited, its afterimage lingering for a short span of time after the transition.
1 comment:
Earl doesn't want to work all the time. Listen to the cat, Earl.
He is you.
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