June, one of my coworkers, today informed me that she had a dream about one of my cats. “The fuzzy one,” in her words. She was similarly “fuzzy” on exact details. I had to tell that if the dream was something about him pooping in the bottom of the whirl-tub in my master bath—that was no dream. I actually had to clean that up on this side of her sleep early this morning.
--Mitchell Hegman
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