I've had a recurring dream in which I'm sitting on a park bench, grousing about the state of the world to Watchcat Lily and Watchcat Collette. I ask them, "Well, what are you going to do, though, Lily? Whar are you going to do, though, Collette?"
Watchcat Lily then launches into a monologue in which her meowing, when translated to English, is, "Oh, I have problems myself. Did I tell you about the time recently when my guardian went downstairs to get the mail and left me alone for all of two minutes?"
Then, Watchcat Collette suggests a solution to life's irritants. Her meows-to-English translation is, "Bite your enemies. Bite them--or let me bite them!"
It amuses me that even in a dream, both cats stay true to their personalities.
