I wrote yesterday that\u00a0YinYang brought home a playmate\u00a0as a young calico manx came to visit, lying on the driveway and following Yinny in the cat door to the kitchen. \u00a0I know better, so I put her back outside. \u00a0This morning, I dreamed I found her playing under my bed, so I picked her up and began petting her. \u00a0Yesterday when I first saw her, she seemed clean and fluffy and about 8 months old. \u00a0In the dream however, upon closer inspection she seemed about 3 months old, thin with ragged fur and fleas. Fleas! I quickly fed her and ran for the flea shampoo. \u00a0In the dream, I felt horrified I\u2019d not noticed yesterday that she was so young, so thin, so ragged and flea bitten. \u00a0I felt pain for her suffering, thinking I had the chance to feed and attend to her yesterday and I sent her on her way. As I carried her into the bath, I felt overwhelming sorrow and shame for not noticing her condition right away. All I saw was a cute new kitten demanding attention and being all lovey. \u00a0In the dream, I bathed her and flea combed her, I fed her and cuddled her. \u00a0As her fur dried, she fluffed out before my eyes, the worn patches filled in and she fattened a little. \u00a0Purring, she slept cuddled next to my neck as I wondered, should I keep her? Should I give her away? I was angsting over whether I wanted to take on the responsibility for another being in the household, but if I was meant to do it, I\u2019d do it. She decided for me. She woke up, yawned, and walked out the cat door on her own. \u00a0Satisfied the decision had been made for me, I fell sound asleep. I woke up smiling at the play of the Universe.<\/p>\n