So Two Cats Walk Into a Bar... Naked

I have really weird dreams. Many of them recur, like this one. And we've all had the dream about accidentally going to school or work nekkid, which I really don't understand. How can we all have that one dream in common?

Not too long ago, I was working, and Maddie came and sat next to my arm and just howled in my face until I took a petting break. I made the mistake of putting a soft, flannel leopard scarf that I bought in Central Park in 2001 on my desk next to my keyboard so this poor, deprived animal could be near me during her 16 hours of daily sleep. This scarf is awesome - so heat reflecting that I've actually used it as a coat in the intervening 12 years on those odd cold days, so she loves it. Most days, both kittens are smashed together on it while I work. The advantages of working from home.

But boy, do they dream. I can see them running, they cry sometimes, and very frequently Maddie eats in her dreams, with hilarious little smacking sounds.

Sometimes the dreams are so terrible that one or the other of them will shoot straight up in the air and off my desk and go collect themselves in another room. Poor little things.

So my question is, when animals dream, do they dream impossible things like we do? One time I had a dream that a car I was driving turned to newspaper and fell apart. Do cats dream that they're chasing a mouse, but then that mouse turns into Sherlock Holmes and they help him solve a mystery? What are a cat's imaginary images, I wonder?

These are just the things I think about every day.  Then sometimes I stamp.

I made this card for a Hope You Can Cling To challenge. I sponged a faint grid onto the background through drywall tape. Then I stamped the tree from Branch Out in black, and made the snow with the stamp in that set and Coastal Cabana ink, which I also sponged around the edges. Then, I took my awesome refillable acrylic marker and made white snow on top.


What are you doing for Thanksgiving? I've seen some interesting posts about regional differences in food. I remember the shock and horror of my uncle's oyster stuffing one year when we visited Maryland. No. Just no.

I made a FABULOUS side dish yesterday from my friend Blair that you must try - I think I'll bring it on Thanksgiving.

It's called "paleo" which I always find hilarious. Real paleo people lived to be about 23 years old. Not really sure that's what the paleo diet people are shooting for.

Regardless, it's delicious. Here is the original, and below, with my modifications.

Cauliflower casserole


    2 heads of cauliflower
    4-5 pieces of bacon
    6 green onions
    1 stick of butter
    ¼ cup heavy cream
    6 oz of chèvre (goat cheese)
    2 tsp. salt & pepper to taste

Cut the cauliflower into florets, and boil until soft. Drain.

While cauliflower is cooking, bake bacon in oven on 400 for 15 minutes or until crisp. Drain on paper towel and then crumble.

Wash & chop up green onions. Saute them with 2TBS butter in saucepan until soft. When finished, add to cauliflower with rest of butter, cream and salt and pepper. Mash with a potato masher. Add chèvre, crumbled bacon and put in buttered baking dish. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Eat. Whisper my name.

It's like creamy, cosmically delicious grits, sort of. So amazing.