I had one of the worst dreams I’ve had in a very long time last night. I dreamed that I had to move suddenly, for some reason, and that as part of my move, I had to give up Zeke. It was absolutely awful. When I woke from it, he was on the bed, curled up next to me, purring away. But it left me with a grouchy feeling to start the day.
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