Am I misrepresenting a tad
This winter I ran 3 humidifiers in my home, and regardless of utilizing mineral channels, there's white clean all around, including on the cove window I put in for the felines to lie in the sun
I haven't cleaned the window yet this spring.
There are paw prints in the tidy on the window.
Are the felines endeavoring to enhance the view?
Is it accurate to say that they are attempting to instruct me to clean the window?
Or on the other hand would they say they are doing "paw" craftsmanship?
My dream: composing this message over the window...
HELP!
I'M BEING HELD PRISONER BY
4 CATS FROM OUTER SPACE.
Would my neighbors giggle - or simply think I was crazier than at any other time?
In the mean time, as I'm having this dream, I'm likewise considering that Violet, who is sitting in my lap, has been with me for 4 lifetimes - that I think about.
I'm pondering, "Is this what it implies when we say felines have 9 lives? Is it accurate to say that they are extremely singular lifetimes, and would you say you are constrained to 9?"
"People make things up!" declares Violet, as though that closures the dialog.
I giggle.
Violet has a method for talking her contemplations that dependably sends me into snickers and regularly hurricanes of chuckling.
She generally acts offended... or on the other hand perhaps she truly IS offended, however I can't quit chuckling at her concise jokes. It's something I worship about her.
... back to being a detainee of 4 cats from space...
Violet and Melissa disclose to me they're from the Pleiades where there's a planet of felinoids who resemble the characters from the melodic "Felines" - as indicated by Violet.
Sakhara says she's from Arcturus.
Starlight is from the higher measurements, being the resurrection of Echo, who in her last life was my stallion.
On the off chance that this is a jail, I assume full praise for making it. They once in a while give me a minute to myself.
Right now, Violet is perched on her hindquarters in my lap confronting me as I compose this. She's gazing upward at me with her dazzling crystalline blue wonders and murmuring with joy. Ok, to have my complete consideration with no different felines around.
Violet is a velcro kitty - must be on me, contacting me, appended to me.
Oh no - changing of the monitor. Violet bounces down to give Starlight her turn.
You follow?
"No escape," I think with an appalling German articulation, as I recollect Sargent Schultz from that nutty old TV appear, "Hogan's Heroes."
For what reason would I like to get away?
Would I like to get away?
Exactly what amount do I enable these felines to run the show?
Totally.
I can't sleep without awakening to discover felines fixing me in from all sides or lying over me so I can't move without first moving every one of them.
Is this what it implies when soul lets us know, "We're every one of the ONE?"
Different people disclose to me they can secure up their felines a room. HA! Violet would tear the entryway down or scratch it to pieces, and now she'd have help. She's additionally a screamer when she doesn't get her direction. She's uproarious!
So there's no locking them up.
Genuinely, they are the gatekeepers (watchmen?) and I'm the detainee.
Is this like the Stockholm Syndrome and I've developed to love my hijackers?
This winter I ran 3 humidifiers in my home, and regardless of utilizing mineral channels, there's white clean all around, including on the cove window I put in for the felines to lie in the sun
I haven't cleaned the window yet this spring.
There are paw prints in the tidy on the window.
Are the felines endeavoring to enhance the view?
Is it accurate to say that they are attempting to instruct me to clean the window?
Or on the other hand would they say they are doing "paw" craftsmanship?
My dream: composing this message over the window...
HELP!
I'M BEING HELD PRISONER BY
4 CATS FROM OUTER SPACE.
Would my neighbors giggle - or simply think I was crazier than at any other time?
In the mean time, as I'm having this dream, I'm likewise considering that Violet, who is sitting in my lap, has been with me for 4 lifetimes - that I think about.
I'm pondering, "Is this what it implies when we say felines have 9 lives? Is it accurate to say that they are extremely singular lifetimes, and would you say you are constrained to 9?"
"People make things up!" declares Violet, as though that closures the dialog.
I giggle.
Violet has a method for talking her contemplations that dependably sends me into snickers and regularly hurricanes of chuckling.
She generally acts offended... or on the other hand perhaps she truly IS offended, however I can't quit chuckling at her concise jokes. It's something I worship about her.
... back to being a detainee of 4 cats from space...
Violet and Melissa disclose to me they're from the Pleiades where there's a planet of felinoids who resemble the characters from the melodic "Felines" - as indicated by Violet.
Sakhara says she's from Arcturus.
Starlight is from the higher measurements, being the resurrection of Echo, who in her last life was my stallion.
On the off chance that this is a jail, I assume full praise for making it. They once in a while give me a minute to myself.
Right now, Violet is perched on her hindquarters in my lap confronting me as I compose this. She's gazing upward at me with her dazzling crystalline blue wonders and murmuring with joy. Ok, to have my complete consideration with no different felines around.
Violet is a velcro kitty - must be on me, contacting me, appended to me.
Oh no - changing of the monitor. Violet bounces down to give Starlight her turn.
You follow?
"No escape," I think with an appalling German articulation, as I recollect Sargent Schultz from that nutty old TV appear, "Hogan's Heroes."
For what reason would I like to get away?
Would I like to get away?
Exactly what amount do I enable these felines to run the show?
Totally.
I can't sleep without awakening to discover felines fixing me in from all sides or lying over me so I can't move without first moving every one of them.
Is this what it implies when soul lets us know, "We're every one of the ONE?"
Different people disclose to me they can secure up their felines a room. HA! Violet would tear the entryway down or scratch it to pieces, and now she'd have help. She's additionally a screamer when she doesn't get her direction. She's uproarious!
So there's no locking them up.
Genuinely, they are the gatekeepers (watchmen?) and I'm the detainee.
Is this like the Stockholm Syndrome and I've developed to love my hijackers?
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