So, last night Mom and I were sound asleep.  Suddenly I had a “nightcat”.  You don’t know what that is?  Well, humans call them “nightmares” and that doesn’t make sense to me.  Humans aren’t horses and neither am I.  Since the humans are too lazy to make it the right word, I decided I would.

In the light of day I don’t remember what my “nightcat” was about but it sure scared me.  I like to sleep up by Mom’s head so she can hear me purring.  We were both sleeping soundly and suddenly the “nightcat” made me fly out of bed.  Luckily Mom had her hand up by her face and that’s what I used as my launching pad.  She flew out of bed then, too.

She had that red stuff coming out of her hand and she had to take care of it.  She told me it was very lucky for me that I used her hand as the launching pad and not her face.  Needless to say I didn’t get to sleep in her room the rest of the night.

I wish I could remember what the “nightcat” was about.  Maybe I was afraid Shakespeare was going to eat all the food in the house…….

I was sound asleep in another room so don’t go blaming me for your “nightcat”!!!