I think that Dusty is reeeeeallyyy mad at me and the hubby. We went out of town for a bit and left him at home all alone. Grandma came over everyday to feed , water and play with him. Well not really play, Dusty seems to take out his aggressions on her but she still loves her grandfur and will sacrifice the potential loss of limbs to take care of him.

So, the second night we are back I have this dream that I am suffocating. I woke up and found that I actually was being suffocated... by Dusty! His big old fat bloated form was stretched across my neck and his furry gut was covering my mouth and nose. (He of course was sleeping and snoring away). I removed him from my face and caught my breath.

In the morning I told hubby what Dust did and he looked very concerned. I told him I was fine, alive and he need not worry. He looked at me and said, "no, that's not what I was worried about". So I said well then why the concerned look? This is what he said...

"I think that Dusty is really peeved at us so he thought he would try to suffocate you, therefore you would be found dead in the bed and once the authorities realized you were smothered to death they of course would look immediately to me as the suspect. I of course would plead not guilty. Then I would go on trial for murder and no jury in the world would believe me when I said that the cat did it and I would go to prison for the rest of my life. That furry little bastard was trying to kill you and frame me!"

Although an elaborate assumption I couldn't help but think he was on to something there. Guess we better be real nice to the Dust from here on out and never, ever, ever tee him off again. You think?

Copyright © Tambra Jo Gwozdz
October 9, 1999