Purr Jamaica

Okay, so I had this dream last night that someone else took ownership of Purr, and I was required by law to fly her to Jamaica to return her to her ‘proper’ owner. And I was in tears, wondering if this guy (who was working behind the cash register of a Jamaican convenience store that looked shockingly like the commissary of my Freshman dorm, except there was a giant picture window near the door that showed blue seas and wind tossed palms) would be able to give her the proper insulin dosage, and what would my nighttime be like without rolling into Purr at least 3x/week.

When I woke up, I gave Purr a huge dose of love and petting, and promised her I’d never fly her to Jamaica, even if the law said so. Possession is 9/10ths of the law. Let him fight me for it. But I felt guilty anyhow, because in my dream, it didn’t cross my mind to defy the law. To stand up for Purr and say "hell no!". The dream, like many, was a haze. I drifted with my worries. Went with the flow. And by letting ourselves drift, we trade away what’s really important to us, in return for nothing but our fears.