I woke up two nights ago with Kev's alarm. When he works, it's set for 2am. Just to give an idea of the setting.
So it's pitch black, he's slowly waking up, and I am laughing my ass off. What's with you? he says. Remember, he's used to me waking up in tears, but never laughing.
I had dreamed that Hariette, the cat featured above, was involved somehow in a coleslaw eating contest. I never even knew such a thing existed, or that cats ate cabbage.
This was no ordinary coleslaw, either. It had cranberries and other sophisticated ingredients. And Hariette was walking around on her hind legs. Like Garfield. She may have been animated, possibly, but I don't remember that much detail.
Just cats. And a coleslaw eating contest.
Seriously, what the fuck?
3 comments:
Lauren, you almost got me busted! I was on the phone with my mom, listening (okay, not really) to her ramble away about something while reading this. I just BURST out laughing when I read the coleslaw eating contest line. I don't even know what my mom was saying (something about Christmas!?) and luckily she thought it merited an outburst of guffaws. (These were not dainty, lady-like giggles.)
Cat's and coleslaw, that's rich. I had a dream the other night I had to hurry and get home, (running of course, because that is my fastest mode of transportation)why the rush?..I had to help launch our house into outer space. Yes a normal run of the mill house. Everyone was relieved that I got there in time to push my assigned buttons. whoosh!
It's the picture of the cat that really sells the hilarity of the idea. But I guess it's no weirder than Garfield eating lasagne. Hee.
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