Night before last, i dreamt that i was trying to rescue my kitten from drowning, and she, predictably, was a mass of claws and teeth.
Yesterday i woke up with severe scratches on both arms and bite marks on my hand.
I seriously considered trading the kitten in for a piranha; at least i'd KNOW the piranha was always deadly.
She claims that she was only protecting me from "bed mice," cleverly disguised as my fingers, and if i understood the threat i wouldn't be complaining.
Well, this morning, i woke up, and i was lying on my left side. Her Majesty the Kitten was curled up peacefully, against my left shoulder, with her head and body on my arm and one paw draped over it, and her paw curled in my right hand. You know, holding hands. She's the only cat i know who loves to hold hands. She was purring softly and snuggled closer, then she fell back asleep.
No deathfish of the dark waters could EVER tug on the heartstrings like that. Sweetest thing EVAR, and makes it all worthwhile.
Eventually the morning alarms went off, and i hugged her for awhile more and we started our day- with going to the couch for a sit together for fifteen minutes.
Orders from the cat planet are apparently to act as inconsistently as possible, while being lovable at least often enough to not end up being traded for something less dangerous, like a crocodile* or a black widow colony.
(* you know you play too much warcraft when all large reptiles are either basilisks or crocolisks)