Soft kitty, warm kitty

I had a dream last night. I’d been at the supermarket, and rescued a stray pig. One of those pot-bellied pigs that people keep as pets. It was quite a cute little pig, although it had sharp little hooves.

Whether this had more to do with Tobermory’s snoring, or the fact that Tigra was industriously attempting to treadle my foot into a different shape while purring enthusiastically at me, is anyone’s guess.

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