Bad Dreams
01 Aug 2010 No Comments
in cats Tags: animal cruelty, bad dreams
My dream woke me up. I was shaking and snorting at the same time. My legs twitched almost as much as my whiskers. Mom asked me, “What’s the matter, Boogs?”
How could I tell her? I didn’t want to tell her about all the bad stuff in my life before she took me home. I’ve heard it called animal cruelty. My dream is so real–probably because it did used to be real! I’m with my real brothers and sisters. We drink milk all the time and sleep and play and play and play. Then some mean boys come and one grabs me. That one said, “Look at the gimp” and pitched me a few feet away so they could see me walk back. I walked as best I could.
“Ha, ha, ha, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. A gimp cat. He could be Captain Hook’s cat. They’d look good together,” one of the little boys said.
That boy said I’d look good with somebody, but I didn’t know who they were talking about. I didn’t think that he honestly meant I would look good. I could tell he was making fun of me. The kids were always picking on me that way.
“You want to go with me?” the mom asked that mean boy. “We’ll take this one to the shelter. At least they can put it to sleep easily,” that mom said. She reached down and stuffed me into the bottom of some sort of bag.
I could tell we were in a car moving. I’d seen cars in cartoons. Back and forth. Back and forth. I can’t stand up–oh, that boy is swinging the bag. Oh, dear, my mouth tastes yucky. Oh, oh, ohhh, what’s that taste and what’s that gooey. . . . Oh, it’s all over me. Eeeww, it stinks.
I felt something cold–I found out later it was the counter that mom had laid the bag on. “I’m so sorry, I guess the poor cat got car sick. I didn’t mean to bring in an animal that stinks like this. He’s missing a foot, so I assume you could just put him to sleep.” And, that was the last time I heard that mom’s voice. I was glad never to hear that boy’s voice or have him pick me up ever again.
I just wish I wouldn’t dream about that sometimes. I like my home now. I love my mom and dad and they love me. But my dream is so real that it sometimes takes me a while to remember that was just a dream and that life was a long time ago.
~ with Furry Feline Fluff to all, Boogs ♥
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