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Last night I had a dream in which there was a cat running around the house. As I approached it, I realized that music was coming from inside of it. The nearer I got, the clearer I could hear a heavy metal song seeping out of the cat. It had that same sound quality that you hear when someone near you is wearing earphones that are really loud.
I picked up the cat and brought it over to the kitchen where my brothers were standing and I showed them the cat. I waited for them to realize the music was coming from within, and then I had to say my lines. Reluctantly, I joked, "Check this out, it plays songs from my favorite CATalog."
The studio audience with enhanced laugh track burst out in appreciation. Then I set the cat on the ground and let it run out the door and said, "Currently, I'm listening to Meow Mix Volume One". Laughter and then...scene.
I was so embarrassed to be taking part in such a poorly written sitdream and a number of other possible jokes ran though my head. I could have mentioned Cat Stevens or The Pussy Cat Dolls or The Stray Cat Strut or Love Cats. I could have eluded to Purrrple Rain or Whisker River or that big hit song by Survivor. I could have even said, "This cat has play, rewind, fast forward, and four separate pause buttons."
Instead, I woke up.
2 comments:
Ba-dum-pum-chhh!
I actually once made a "Meow Mix" that included the "Meow Meow Meow Meow" jingle as well as stuff like "Chester" by The Essex Green and The Kinks' "Phenomenal Cat." Fully awake, though. If Ari is reading this, you may be pleased to know that I recently saw our old cat Oscar, who now lives with a friend's grandparents. That means he's over 15 years old. Looks healthy and active still, as well. The ornery among us seem to live to old age, don't they?
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