The Dream

 By P. S. Gifford

I dreamed last night I was a cat!

Now fancy that- a blooming cat.

Yes, I skulked across the hallway floor,

peering curiously in every door.

I watched as my owner peacefully slept

as I so silently, furtively crept.

Then I sneaked down the creaking stairs

(For I wasn’t a cat that easily scares.)

I made my way like a cat on a mission,

Somehow utilizing feline intuition

I sat in front of the kitchen countertop

And momentarily I rested getting ready to hop.

Then nimbly I leaped from where I did sit

and easily landing directly near it.

Its scent filled me completely with glee

And soon I devoured it -so greedily,

Then satisfied, and full, to bed I returned,

feeling that a good night’s rest I had earned.

When I awoke, I lay sleepily in my bed,

as my strange cat dream replayed in my head.

I finally shrugged and pulled back the sheet

and went downstairs for my breakfast treat.

I smiled at the memory of my realistic cat dream,

and wondered why I had dreamed a feline theme.

Into my kitchen, yawning contently I went.

To breathe in the anticipated breakfast scent.

But my nose was not greeted with its expected reward.

So I hastened my way across my kitchen floor.

Then I looked on the counter and was filled with despair-

as to my alarm, the plate was conspicuously bare.

The night before freshly smoked kippers I had prepared

But now, to my dismay, they had all disappeared.

Then, to my shock, I coughed up a hair ball!

And realized it hadn’t been a dream after all…

© P S Gifford

Paul has also had a number of his stories published by www.PetWarmers.com  and if you wish to contact him to give him your comments on this lovely story, you can do so at: psgifford@earthlink.net

Paul also wrote a tribute to his dog Eddie Valentino which you'll find in the Napping on a Sunbeam section.   

Visit Paul's website here: www.psgifford.com

Also written by Paul:

The Cat Lady