There I was, staring up at him from the carpet, feeling rather surprised that I was so agile. I was on my side, and I believe I had round, staring amber eyes and a tail, which I was trying to figure out how to fluff up, to make myself look more formidable.
I have no idea what this dream means, but I have a bit more sympathy for Wendy now. Although, to be accurate, we are entirely harmless and well-meaning toward Wendy, whereas I hear that our relative is a cringe-inducing character.
I never dreamed I was a cat before, but I hope it happens again. I'd love to see how it feels to be Possum. I bet it feels amazing.
Wendy, fearing death at the loving hand of Evil Mommy this morning.