There were 5 or 6 tabby kittens in the bathtub, water dripping from the faucet. I went to find the mama cat and found her in the next room. By the time I brought her back into the bathroom somehow the drain had shut and the tub was half full with yellowish water. And, instead of kittens there were now mewling blue eyed, balloon-like baby heads. Most had flung themselves out of the tub and into the sink or onto the counter across the narrow bathroom. Two were left in the tub. One managed to fling itself out as I moved forward to get them, the other just sank. So I rushed over and scooped it out, plopping it into the sink. The mama cat jumped up to check on them as if it was perfectly normal for her kittens to have turned into blue eyed balloon baby heads about the size of grapefruits.
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Kittens and baby heads... what the hell does that mean? Sigh. Par for the course really. I have the strangest damn dreams. My hubby hardly ever remembers his so he finds mine fascinating. And, no, I am not under the influence of anything. My dreams really are this strange sometimes all on their own. I guess it's all a part of being a creative type? ;D