I had a stress dream last night that there was a bigger, scarier maine coon cat than my cats Guts and Grendel. he would walk on two legs with his front arms dangling and come into our apartment randomly. we didn't know who he was or who he belonged to. he'd bully both of our cats and I'd have to walk over and physically pull him off like I was handling a crocodile.
When Kevin told me about this like 5 minutes ago, I wept from laughing
on the other hand, now when Guts acts up and takes a swipe at me, I think... what if we did bring in the bigger, walking maine coon? just for a little bit to humble him?
