November 28th, 2013

Mao Tse Cat


I had a zombie apocalypse dream last night, as I often do.  This time, if you weren't a zombie you were completely immune to the virus.  As in you not only didn't get sick, you never died.


This extended to animals too, because we were coming home after a while of being on the run, and sleeping on our dryer was our Mao Tse Cat.  Mao has been gone 11 years or so. I said his name  and he blinked at me, because he was terribly, terribly old in this dream.  I replayed that part at least 10 times.


I miss that grey tabby bastard such.