Dream LXXVI

It was raining heavily as my family and I tried to settle into the rented house. My wife said that the children wouldn't eat the pop tarts we were able to get, because they weren't made properly. She opened a box and pulled one out--and it was a single tart, the size of the box.

"They're also made with some kind of odd ingredients," she said, and she placed the giant tart on the other side of the road, dashing back to the porch through the rain. "Watch this," she said.

The tart started to move jerkily across the road. I cautiously approached and saw that there were several large tadpoles eating the tart and pulling it along with them. They appeared startled when I was near them, but soon settled back to their work.

I went through the house to the back door to let my cat outside. After waiting a few minutes, I opened the door to let her back in, certain that she would not like being out in the rain.

She wasn't there. Instead, there was a small orange kitten, about the size of a hen's egg, sitting on the back steps. He quickly bounded up the steps inside. I picked him up and put him on a foam rubber container that had several slots cut into it. Each slot had a sleeping cat, and the new cat settled into a vacant slot.

I was worried about my cat when I happened to glance up and see her. She was already inside and resting on a chair, staring at me.

"Oh--there you are," I said.