My cat dreams of sun bathing.
In another life she worshipped the golden orb, seaside in a string bikini emblazoned with flourescent flowers, and monoi oil covering every inch of her skin. Even now her paw pads remember the slippery feel mixed with sand and nibbles to remove the invisible grains like a haunted limb. She tells me we're crazy for living in Washington. Crazy for ditching the California Coast for the Puget Sound.
It's okay kitty, I dream of mountains and rivers, water from a bucket.
Maybe I'll give your dish a shot and lap up my daily eight.