I dreamed I was hanging around with a cute little tuxedo kitty. Maybe it was Olaf, the kitty from next door or perhaps Dummy, I don't know. It belonged to Janet Knoll, my friend's Chris's wife from the cult days.
Kitty and I were riding around on an airplane wing as the plane taxied about on the runway. It was eventually going to take off, I suppose, and we didn't really have any good plans for how we were going to hang on at that point. We were just enjoying the moment.
I spied some little marijuana seedlings growing out of a crevice in the wing. I just had to snap a picture of them to show my friend Gene Scott, a fellow weed aficionado. I had a camera in one hand and was trying to hold onto the cat with the other. That was when things got tragic.
I knew if I let go of the cat for a second that he'd be wandering around on the wing and I'd have a devil of a time getting him back, but I made the choice to let go just long enough to take the picture. Sure enough, before I even got the shot, the kitty was out of my reach and wandering off close to the nose of the plane.
I watched in horror as he just walked over the edge and fell off the plane and out of sight, presumably under the landing gear. The plane continued on its trip with me on the wing the whole time, somehow staying affixed despite being aloft.
When we got back to the airport it was nighttime. I had been crying for the entire time, and I still was broken up as I had to deliver the news to Janet about the kitty.
She was upstairs in a rickety old building with a dangerously decrepit staircase that I had to circumvent by climbing around on some similarly loose and decaying boards on the side of the building.
Somehow I managed to make it into the upstairs room and I proceeded to inform Janet about the cat. She seemed to be less broken up than I was about it, but it certainly wasn't the most ingratiating news I could have brought her. I'd lost her cat, who was presumed dead.
A day or two later, I was still heartbroken about the kitty, and I was still hanging around on airplane wings, though I hadn't gone for any rides lately.
Just then the cat showed up, waltzing along the wing like nothing had happened. We were tearfully reunited with hugs and kisses and snuggles. I vowed to never let that happen again, though the cat was probably thinking otherwise. He'd most likely just been wandering around doing cat stuff and saw no cause for all this concern.
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