I had one of those mornings. You know the type. The ones that find you asking, “How is this my life?”
At 3:48am I awoke to a 10 pound cat standing on top of me meowing loudly. Cuppy was either registering her displeasure with the passing thunderstorm or the fact that her dry food bowl was empty. (I went to bed w/o filling it, shame on me)
Because I did get out of bed to fill her bowl at 3:48pm I dozed back off to sleep after the alarm went off this morning. During my 15 minute nap I dreamt that I was on a crowded SEPTA bus (the Rte. 17 to be exact) with Sebastian Bach. No kidding. He was lost and looking for Philadelphia City Hall so I promised the bus driver that I’d help him find City Hall. We walked down 18th Street together. I don’t know if he actually made it to City Hall because I found myself in Chuck’s office helping him get Cuppy settled in because she was spending the day with him at work. I however don’t remember me carrying a cat carrier so I’m not sure how I actually got her to Chuck’s office. The last thing I remember is her contentedly laying on the floor, which was covered in gray commercial carpeting.
My dream ended here because, you guessed it, my adorable 10 pound fur baby was standing on me meowing loudly because it was past her breakfast time.
*yawn* How is this my life?