Last night I dreamed that I was at the beach and there were these kittens...there were many I could pick from, and I narrowed my selection down to 2. One was a durable, canvas-textured, blue kitten. It felt just like a canvas bag, like you would take to the grocery store. The other was a total beautiful bundle of fluff. I liked the canvas one, and it was blue, which was kind of special, but I chose the fluffy one.
I was very excited about having a new kitten. I held it and loved it and scratched it, as one would do with a new kitten. Soon I found myself putting it into a jar and filling the jar with water. I think I was trying to clean the kitten, but I left it in the jar for too long, and it started coming all apart, like it was made of tissue paper.
I think the two kittens were my two husbands, and I chose the fluffly, falling apart one instead of the sturdy, reliable one. Hah.
I think I'm going to get a kitten.