too much cheap white wine and one lost kitten

Somehow, i acquire a kitten. It is very tiny, it is hopelessly in love with me. When I stand up from petting her, she leaps into my arms, begging me not to leave her.  I take her home but mom insists that I turn her out. I can’t.  I just can’t. I spend a good deal of time on the phone, begging mom, but she never wavers.  My sister calls and wants to take the kitten to Montana where her mother lives. NO FUCKING WAY. a friend of mine has a strange lazy father who feeds strays all the time. He offers to let the cat stay in their barn until I have a place where she can move in with me.  He even mentions letting me stay there too, so I can see my kitty as much as possible.  But soon, my sister shows up with mother and step father in tow, chasing me, fleeing with my kitten across the countryside, I hide in an abandoned house, near the bottom of a bed. The brass lady on the headboard comes to life and lifts the sheet over me. The menacing face of the brass lady morphs into my mother, who snatches at the kitten who I’ve been clutching to my chest the entire dream.  The kitten looks at me, I can hear a little voice in my head begging me, “please don’t let me go,” but she is torn from my grasp.

~ by ineffable infinitude on June 7, 2008.