Dream a Little Dream

So, normally Brandus is the one with the weird dreams, and if i can ever convince him to post ANYTHING on his blog, i will convince him to post some of his odder dreams.

they usually involve zombies. and sometimes Brandus gets to be James Bond.

however, last night i had a weird dream.

Brandus bought me a panther.

a big black purring panther.

we got along well, for all that we were living in a one room apartment with a closet full of caged animals. the panther liked to cuddle, and brandus was SO PROUD of himself for getting me a PANTHER. because do you KNOW how expensive panthers are?

but then we ran into a snag. if i got out one of the other animals (a chipmonk? what the hell was i holding?), and was petting it instead, the panther got very jealous.

how was i supposed to tell brandus that i LOVED the panther, but that he kept gnawing on my arm when i petted the other..cat? squirrel? small fuzzy animal? and that i didnt think it was fair to keep him in this little apartment where he did not have room to run and be free..and did i mention the gnawing on my elbow and trying to eat the small fluffy animal?

and now i want a panther. without the gnawing.