Loathe the time change.
So, the cats got out and for once, I wasn't panicked. Some women were walking the neighborhood selling this thing that had candles and feathers on it (it was a dream). One of them sat and talked with me, I told her we couldn't afford anything and besides, candles weren't practical with cats.
Then I started picking up the cats and putting them back inside the house. I was almost done when I noticed three fluffly kittens in the house. I yelled "hey, where did these kittens come from? Who put them in my house?" knowing they'd found a forever home.
Then I noticed the office that was attached to ours (It's a dream, dreams don't follow what's normal) had more kittens in it, I think I counted four. And one looked just like a baby Benny and I started saying "a baby Benny!" and wondered if it would be sane to keep the name Benny for him (if they let me have him).
And then my friend Trish, who was working at her desk in front of the building (it was a nice day), began to tell the people in that office to please put the kittens away, that "she'll never get any work done" (meaning me) with those kittens in sight.
Then I woke up.
