I had another one of those dreams where the impossible seems perfectly logical, reasonable and normal. I dreamed that when we got Dax we also got two other kittens at the same time. One was a black and white male who was a delightfully mischievous little scamp and he could talk. This wasn’t surprising at all. It seemed perfectly normal that he could talk. The others couldn’t talk yet and I thought how clever he was that he learned to talk sooner than the other two kittens but it didn’t seem the least bit strange. (until I woke up)

The two kittens I just dreamed up didn’t have names yet. I was thinking about what to name them and the clever little talking kitten asked me something about his name and I asked him what he would like to be named and he said, very enthusiastically, “I want my name to be Diesel.” Now where the heck did that come from? I have never thought of that as a cat name. That’s as weird as talking cats.