The whiskers are twitching ever so slightly, and I think she is in the middle of a dream. Now her front paws are moving a little, back and forth. I lie here imagining what must be the content of her kitty dreams.
Does she dream about her kitten hood? This strange time before I rescued her that will always be a mystery to me.
Does she dream about her kittens? She had 6 of them, four orange tabbies, one tuxedo, and one, the runt, a little calico, like her. Does she hear their high-pitched mewing in her dreams and wonder where they are?
Does she dream of things she does in her day, like chasing her little balls around, or bouncing off the furniture horizontally as she years back and forth, with everything in the room as her obstacle course? Looking out the window at birds and the occasional raccoon?
Or does she dream about being a wild, free jungle cat, able to roam forth and stalk her prey?
I will never know. All I know is, she's my baby, and if anyone ever tried to hurt her, they would live to regret it.
Day to day thoughts, rants and mental detritus.