For the past couple of nights I've dreamed of leaky roofs. When I looked up what this meant, I read, "The roof leaking... shows that higher thoughts assembled by the subconscious mind are coming down to you, or they will be coming to you."This makes perfect sense to me because I'm currently writing this book and since, both of the dreams took place in Gordon's house, I take the dreams to mean that I'm gaining more insight into his life (a house represents a person's life). I think this is pretty damned cool.
I've enjoyed 12 hours of uninterrupted writing (except for dinner and my after-dinner nap), because today I finally gave in and gave the cat her Bistro feeder. We didn't let her have it before because we suspect she might overeat, get fat, and wind up with diabetes. She's part feral, you see, and she tends to gorge until she barfs.
Today I came up with a compromise. Besides her regular feedings at 7:30 am and 5:00 pm, I put her feeder down at noon, and again around 11:00 pm. It worked. Her aggressive behavior stopped immediately and she is the picture of the contented cat. And I have been able to write without having to jump up every five minutes to pull her out of the plants, get after her for scratching the furniture, and chase her off of the kitchen counters, or out of the pantry (she's learned how to open the doors).
It's been a good day. I didn't feel like I was running a kitty daycare for wayward, bratty monster cats.
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massive kudos to people who can deal with pets. I operate on the theory that animals belong in the woods. I recognize the comfort and joy they create in people's lives. I just can't deal with cleaning up all the... by-product.
you need to have more exciting dreams...
last night i had a dream that my mother in law was screaming at me.
that dream sucked but i'd still take it over a leaky roof dream.
I had to tape one of our cabinets shut because our ragamuffin kept getting in there and causing chaos. He broke a wine glass and a nice scotch glass. Luckily he didn't get hurt...even thought I was ready to kill him.
Oh, and our other male cat came down with some stomach bug and crapped all over himself. Then he laid down on my pillow. Good times...
RW: I've learned that people either need pets or they don't. I do, but I like them to be well-behaved.
Slyde: Ack!
Earl: Oh, joy...
OMG, Earl, BLECH!
Totally cool dream!
I woke up dreaming of a termite swarm in my house! Horrifying!
So she was just trying to tell you she was hungry? I'm glad you found a solution to the problem. Getting inside animals' minds is hard but very rewarding once things get figured out. Like my horse and the Kimberwicke bit - I finally figured out he wasn't being bratty: the Kimberwicke bit was too severe and it was hurting him! (A stupid trainer told me to put Chinook in the Kimberwicke.) I switched him to a mullen-mouth Pelham bit and he loved it and was a happy horse ever after. (Sometimes it's better NOT to listen to the pros!)
Well, she wasn't really hungry, she just needs to know that food is available.
But if she was a feral cat, it makes sense that knowing there's food available has a calming effect. Survival on the streets is awful for animals (not to mention people). At any rate, I'm glad she's happy. And you, too! :)
That's what I've believed all along, but when she had the feeder before, she gorged. She's not doing that now, so I think I've solved the problem. She's been a total joy for two days now. YAY!
My two old felines (long gone) had me well trained for feeding. It used to be early morning and dinner time.
At some point, they started waking me up for the early morning feeding. A half hour before I wanted to be up.. then an hour.. two. Eventually it got so crazy that they'd start meowing to have their breakfast mere moments after we went to bed at night.
We eventually solved that by feeding them at dinner time and whenever we went to bed. Suddenly, the cats who couldn't wait all night for breakfast were totally content to wait until dinner time for their first meal of the day. They continued like that until they died at aged 18 and 17.
Cats are crazy.. gotta love 'em. :)
Our cat did that. Good know we're not the only ones!
Those wayward, bratty, monster cats can make life a bit strained.
Glad you're pleased with the positive interpretation of your dream...
After I got off work Tuesday morning, I dozed in front of the computer before actually getting in bed and falling asleep...maybe a 10-15 minute power nap. During that time I dreamed I was fighting my cats...literally.
That was odd is all I could think of before I slipped under the covers and passed out!
Ah, water - lots of emotions spilling out all over the place. :)
I've had years of feeding problems with my dog and now I've got it almost right however she does have her own watch although I've never discovered where she keeps it.
Roschelle: Maybe you should switch to a Riesling :^)))))
Cleo: Indeed. The creativity and accompanying emotions that have been lying dormant for over a decade are spilling out everywhere. I'm in my bliss!
Cars R Us:
Imagine not knowing whether there's going to be enough coffee around when you get the craving. ;-)
Or first thing in the morning. Ach!
I had to tape one of our cabinets shut because our ragamuffin kept getting in there and causing chaos. He broke a wine glass and a nice scotch glass. Luckily he didn't get hurt...even thought I was ready to kill him.
Oh, and our other male cat came down with some stomach bug and crapped all over himself. Then he laid down on my pillow. Good times...
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