Nightmares

The moon was glorious and golden this evening, shimmering over the lake as it rose huge and full into the misting clouds.

Beautiful.

So of course I have night mares where my beloved tiny slut of a cat rips my throat out and tunrs me into a slavering lycanthrope.

My heart is still going a mile a minute. So. Freaked. Out.

Bring on the pretty dancing boys - I need to replace the images in my head.