I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat

I can’t remember the full details about last night but I can remember one thing that stood out: a poor injured cat that was half dead with one side of her body smothered in maggots. The stench was suffocating, a lingering smell of putrified egg which we established to be the animal as we drew ever closer. The cat, almost lifeless as she lay under the decking to the side of the house, would lift up her head every so often and would transfix you with pleading eyes to help her, put her out of her misery.

At one time, as we were getting ready to go somewhere, I wondered why the owner hadn’t taken her to a vet – maybe they hadn’t realised she was there until now, and with so many maggots crawling over her body, the thought of lifting her was spine tingling. Yet, here was a helpless animal desperate for our help and as I woke, my last instinctual thought was should we crash in its skull to prevent further torture? Luckily, this thought was overpowered with the urge to get her to a vet, which inevitably would result in her being put to sleep!

I’ve tried all morning to figure out why I could dream of a cat, especially at deaths door with maggots crawling from every orifice! It’s just dawned on me that I was joking the other day about fishing and maggots, so this in turn has jumped from my subconscious into one of my dreams.

As for the rest of it, when am I ever able to make sense of my dreams? – they are ever far from calming!

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