Last night i dreamt of two cats i haven't seen for years. In my dream i had adopted them and i was brushing them. For some reason A had gotten himself all muddy, i think he was in a shitty mood and wanted to me to suffer a bit. I was pointing out the quirks of their personalities to J (who hates cats) and she was being all grumbly about it, like why do we have to look after them anyway bla bla bla. Anywho after i woke up i thought nothing more of it till just now when J went out for a smoke and just came in and told me about two strays out in the yard, and when she described them they were exactly the same. Spookeh.