Living with intention…or not

Whenever I start dreaming of cats and kittens, things go astray. Especially if I dream about unfamiliar cats and kittens. Or having a cellar full of cats that I can’t sort out from my own. The last time I had a rash of these dreams, my colon blew up and I wound up with a colostomy (concurrent with a hysterectomy) and all the joy that goes with that. The dreams have started up again, but aren’t quite as frantic as that spell back in 2007. Colon version 2.0 is cruising along fine, so I hope there isn’t another system ready to fail. I’m, quite frankly, running out of spare parts.