Bald eagle cat

I dreamed Sharon and I were living in a split home. It was two adjacent houses, actually. I was having to communicate with her on an Ipod that was somehow also a phone. (Imagine that, they actually have those now. They are called Iphones. Duh.) But this was an older version, so it still had the thumbwheel. 

At any rate, it didn't work all that well, and I found myself wishing I could just connect the two buildings with a long hallway, so I wouldn't have to keep going out the front door and around to the other property just to talk to her.

I was contemplating this when I spied an enormous bird flying low in my front yard. This had just happened to me the other day in real life, so I was trying to identify it this time around. It appeared to be a bald eagle. It turned around in mid flight and landed on a terrace not 10 feet from me. 

I was terrified that he was going to attack me, and I ducked behind the trash can that I was carrying. He stared down at me with his eagle eyes and held my gaze. A cat jumped up next to him, apparently unaware of this giant bird's presence. I was sure the cat was a goner.

But without breaking my gaze, the eagle transformed into a cat as well, defusing the whole situation. He had awfully large eyes for a cat, though, giving him a rather owl-like appearance. I woke up soon thereafter, still a bit unsure as to whether I'd been dealing with an owl, a cat or a very clever shape-shifting eagle.

It's only 3am, so I guess I'll try to go back in and find out.