Read at your own discretion. It is not a pretty post.

Beyond this sentence, I cannot stop you.  This was a dream I had last night.

In the dream…

I was chained in irons to the center of this house.  I had barely enough chain to make it to all the rooms.  Inside each room was filth, except for the one my bed was in.  I could not smell anything, but I could hear and feel everything.

Animals ran around everywhere,  apparently they were unable to leave also.  One room I remember very vividly.  This one room messed up the rest of my day and makes me want to cry just thinking about it.

This room was full of cats and filth.  There were dead kittens of various ages everywhere.  A lot were freshly dead and some had been dead long before I was there.  Some were maggot infested and others weren’t dead yet as the flies consumed them.

One cat had maggots in an open wound and I could see raw muscle flexing and rippling as it crawled across the floor.  Other cats were being killed by the bigger needier ones.

One cat stood out the most.  This one was a kitten of a couple months old.  It was moving and making weird noises on it’s side.  Ants were eating it alive.  No matter what I did to reach out to it to help, it was just out of arm’s reach.  I couldn’t help any of those cats.  I couldn’t put them out of their misery.

I sat back and sobbed.  Then I woke up feeling awful.  Every time I closed my eyes, I could see the image of that kitten.  My cat got double the cat food today and more pets and hugs.

I told a friend about this dream.  He gave me good advice.