Last night I dreamt one of my cats was an alligator. I was also living in one of those houses on stilts in a Louisiana swamp or something. Don't ask me how I knew the alligator was my cat; I just intuitively knew. In real life he's been biting me a lot, which may explain it. We're working through some issues.
At any rate, despite his being an alligator, I felt the need to hang out with him. You can't abandon your bud just because he's an alligator, right?
I think you know how it went.
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