Flying Kitties

I wasn’t going to admit this but Sunday afternoon the four of us were napping together. Alias in his familiar spot, chin, resting on my knees, Kenta up against my left leg, Norma against my right. I was half asleep half awake, lucid dreaming. The dream turned into a nightmare with a mob chasing me. I leaped onto a building but had to pull my legs up hard. And unfortunately this led to three airborne cats. Thankfully, Alias for one, forgave me. He took the same position in the evening.