Slept poorly again last night. Katy and I were both tired, mostly because she's feeling under the weather these days and that's affecting both our sleep patterns. We went to bed at 10pm. Note to self, going to bed before 11pm is usually a bad idea, because I keep waking up at all sorts of hours during the night.
The redrum handler paid me a repeat visit in dreamland last night, in the form of a deranged criminal trying to escape a futuristic sci-fi prison orbiting the earth. I hate those sorts of dreams, where you have someone or something chasing after you; getting invariably closer and closer… Turning to look behind me in my dream, I could see the face of evil… and that's when I woke up and snuggled closer to Katy.
In other news, I took Boris to see the vet yesterday in preparation of having him snipped. The vet was another frenchman that couldn't seem to stop talking. I tried to get him to speak in english, so that Katy (or Madame Cote, as she was referred to!) could follow, but to no avail. He's in fine health, yay kitty.
