Bossa the Zombie Cat.

Scott would be the first to tell you that I am not a fan of zombies. I can't handle them, not in books, movies, tv shows, music videos, nothing. As you can imagine, to have them infiltrating my dreams is even more disturbing. Plus, having my cat Bossa turn into a zombie cat - just awful.

The dream: Bossa (aka "Captain Bitchface") is trying to jump over the baby gate at the top of our stairs. She is totally freaking out, hissing and scratching and clawing and the likes. I know that she wants to attack our other cat Samba, so I am swatting at Bossa, not letting her up the stairs (note, at this point, she is just a normal cat, not yet a zombie cat). She is getting super crazed, so I give her a real hard swat, which sends her flying. In my dream, our staircase is spiral, and there is a clear path down to the floor below (neither are true in the reality that is my relatively small house). Bossa drops straight down, head first and lands with a sickening crack on the ceramic tile below. She isn't moving, and Scott and I both run downstairs to see if she is okay. Scott picks her up and cradles her in his lap, and that's when her eyes start swelling. And they are bright yellow, and they are getting bigger and bigger, and popping out of the sockets and then the EXPLODE. So, for some reason, we assume she is dead, so we leave her and go to get a box to put her in. When we come back in, we see her, not dead at all. She is doing the zombie march down our hallway, but she is blind, because her eyes exploded. So, we are standing there in our hallway, with the blind zombie cat marching towards us.

Weird dream, eh? I told Scott about it and he started singing "Zombie cat, zombie cat" to the Spiderman theme music. He agreed that my dream was disturbing. I think that forever more, Bossa will be referred to (lovingly) as Zombie Cat.