zombie cat,but not really??
I've been trying to make heads or tails of a dream I had last week. As it starts,I'm back in the living room at my parents' old house. I'm not alone,there is another guy there with me,but I have no idea who he is. There is a cat laying on the floor. I knew it was a zombie cat,though nothing about it would indicate this;it was not decayed,dead or in any way zombie-like. It just looked like a regular orange cat.
The cat jumped,grabbed hold of my arm and made like it was going to try to bite me. I slung my arm and threw it the floor. I didn't see him actually holding it,but I knew the fellow with me had a chainsaw. He could have done something at this point,but didn't. The only thing I had on me was a kitchen knife with an orange plastic handle. I stabbed the cat in the upper part of its leg,thought better of that,stabbed again,this time through its ribs,trying to pin it to the floor. I remembered there was a hammer in another room so I ran to find it. I thought it would be hanging on the wall in the other room,but it wasn't. After looking around,I found it. The handle was wrapped in black padded rubber. The head was bent down at a ninety degree angle with the claws sticking straight up. I bent the head back into the correct position and went back to the living room to finish the job.
I get back to the living room and the cat is gone now. The doors and windows are all closed so it couldn't have escaped. I just assumed the other fellow had killed it in my absence. Rather than feeling relieved,I was mad. I was mad that he had waited so long to do something and told him so. "You know,you could have just as easily done that before without making me go through all this," I snapped.