With Insomnia, and a bedtime somewhere around 4am, I usually have plenty of time to relax at my computer for a little Internet surfing every night. Harley usually keeps me company by plopping down on the desk right in front of me. He likes watching the cursor for a while but eventually gets bored and falls asleep, and not long after, begins to dream.
He has two different kinds of dreams that I like to refer to as the "Feast" or the "Flight".
In the "Feast" dream he is eating. I'm sure it's something very nummy by the way he smacks his little lips.
In the "Flight" dream he is running. Not with his legs, but with his toes. ALL of his toes...on all four feet...twinkling as fast as they can go. I don't know if he's running after something, or running from something, but he's going as fast as his little toes will carry him.
He's a dreamer of dreams
Of sweet kitty things
Of feasts and flight
As he dreams through the night
-Harley's Mom
