My family used to have a cat who was part angel, part fluff. Her name was Whiskers. She was a stray, and we never discovered quite what breed she was, but her coloring and temperament were very much like a Himalayan/Ragdoll mix. If you've ever met a ragdoll cat, they are incredible. You can pick them up and they just go limp in your arms with happiness. We used to have huge parties for the Superbowl or with all of my brothers' friends from the high school youth group, and Whiskers would just walk around, letting anyone pick her up. Point being, she was SO sweet, and thus the opposite of tough. Dad called her "Brown Cow."
Thus it was ironic that in my dream last night Whiskers was the point guard for a cat basketball team. Roy Williams was her coach (Roy was a human, not a cat). As she came off the court, Roy petted her affectionately. It was like the way a fellow player would slap another player's butt, but instead he was petting the cat slowly like you would normally pet a cat. It wasn't weird or sexual, it was just a cat/human hybrid sort of action.
Patrick called tonight and I told him about my dream and he was very excited about it. Then he brought up the fact that when we moved to an apartment that didn't allow pets when Patrick and I were in high school, we gave Whiskers to my aunt and uncle. Shortly thereafter, Whiskers, who was getting old, got really sick and had to be put to sleep. Patrick was telling me tonight about how if his cats become a problem when his daughter is born, he and Jenny will have to get rid of them. He listed off some potential people he could give them to, noting, "but we won't give them to Aunt Barb and Uncle Doug. They killed Whiskers." I laughed a "that's a horrible thing to say, but also totally hilarious" laugh, reflexively.
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