The Best Dreams

I had the most amazing dream the other night. Sure wish I could remember it to tell it to you. The dream actually came to a logical end just as I was beginning to climb up out of sleep; I stayed in bed with eyes tightly closed, willing myself to remember it in detail. But then my leg cramped and I had to jump out of bed to stand up to get the cramp to quit, and then Jypsy came in and rolled over on my feet so I could rub her belly, and *poof*, it was almost totally and completely gone. It would have made a fantastic movie from the itty bitty parts I can remember. All I remember is it involved an extremely handsome man who looked suspiciously like Nathan Fillion and was wildly in love with me. There was mystery and intrigue, dark ill-lit streets we were creeping along, colorful clothing...can't remember specifics or why or what though. And was there a parade?? I think maybe there was. Oh, well. As I was doing a kitty belly rub, I thought that my reality at that particular point in time was much, much better than a dream.

I've said before Jypsy makes me laugh every single day, even when she's not feeling well. She's much better however, and here's just one of today's laughs...

"You can't see me, 'cos I'm hidden!"