Kitties, it must have been that grilled chicken sandwich she and a friend had at W***'s. It had to have been something because last night after I left Mouse Patrol (yeah, we have one) i crept into bed with mom. Turns out I was up by her head just behind the pillow.
She knows that because she was having a very bad dream it seems. She dreamed she was in a room getting ready for bed and glanced up to see a man's face looking at her from a VERY high up window. He looked to be in his mid 50's perhaps, sandy hair, and an enigmatic expression on his face Mom later said. (why does she use words I don't know? Demerits for HER Report Card time!).
She tried to scream "HELP" and had a hard time doing it (of course). Finally she did get a loud yell out for help and that help was at hand. I came straight to her face..she could feel my breath, and I puffed air at her. I do that with a sweet sound, puffing air out of my nosicles forcefully. She is always enchanted by it). Then, I laid down right against her chest. My warm fur was meant to be a comfort. She fell back asleep with me fast by her to keep mean dreamies away.
Who is a good girl? I am a good girl.