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December 16, 2003

I Dream of Mickey

This is kind of weird - I had a vivid dream last night about one of my past cats, Mickey. I adopted Mickey from the Leon County Animal Control in Tallahassee, Fla. when I was at Florida State. She loved going outside when we were living at my mom's house after college. She liked it so much, in fact, that when I moved to Virginia I didn't take her with me, because I wanted her to still be able to go outside in the back yard with my stepdad to "help" him with his garden.

I did take Mickey with me when I moved to Raleigh in 2000. She died suddenly in March, 2001. She was 10 years old.

I buried her outside my living room window, where she liked to sit and watch the squirrels. I buried her in 40-degree weather in a driving rainstorm, underneath my bird feeder (a platform feeder with a cat shape for the stand). I was sick with a horrible chest cold for a month afterwards.

When I moved away, I left the bird feeder where it was. I took a photo of it, which I've kept all this time in my wallet.

Last night I dreamt that she and I were living at my mom's house. In my dream, we heard my mom's dog, Maggie, yelp, and rushed into the living room to find that Mickey has smacked at Maggie's nose. One of Mickey's nails was pulled out in the fracas, and Mickey was bleeding. So I picked her up and got an ice cube from the kitchen. I wrapped it in a washcloth and held it against Mickey's paw, to staunch the blood and help the swelling subside.

In my dream, she was purring the entire time.

I have no idea why my subconscious was thinking about Mickey last night. What a strange little subconscious I have. I'm sure there's a hidden meaning in there somewhere, but I have no idea what it might be. Do you?

Posted by Highwaygirl on December 16, 2003 08:45 AM to the category Animals

I don't put much stock in dream interpretation. I tend to think of them as thoughts unimpeded by consciousness. On that note, I dreamed I was the straight guy on Queer Eye, and that it was ultra boring. I was bored, the Fab 5 was bored, and the whole thing was a miserable failure.

Or maybe I was subconsciously dreaming about my sex life. Hmmm.

Posted by: overg at December 16, 2003 08:55 AM

It means you should hug your kitties, as I shall now hug mine. *chases cats down hallway*

Posted by: Teem at December 16, 2003 09:03 AM

I still have a hard time with Mickey's death, although I don't think about it frequently anymore. The night she died, she was sitting on my lap while I watched TV. I decided to go to bed, so she jumped down and went to go eat some dry food. I brushed my teeth, and when I went out into the kitchen to turn off the light I saw her drinking some water.

I went into my bedroom, sat on the bed and took out my contact lenses, then turned off the light. About 30 seconds later I heard a thud from the kitchen. I figured Mickey had knocked something off the counter - I decided I'd just deal with it in the morning.

But then Dawsey SPRINTED off the bed and out into the living room. I guess he heard what I didn't. I got up to investigate and found Mickey, collapsed on the kitchen floor. Her heart seemed like it was still beating a little, but when I looked in her eyes I could tell she was already gone.

Posted by: Highwaygirl at December 16, 2003 03:52 PM
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