Dreamt that Yuko-hime and were living in another person’s house. We’d somehow managed to squeeze everything we owned into one bedroom. We had a small bed, but otherwise no furniture and were living out of boxes. At one point I realized we hadn’t seen our new kitten for a while, so I looked around for her. I figured she must be in the room somewhere as we kept the door closed to keep her from annoying our housemates. I found her tucked into a corner of the window sill, behind the curtain. She was cold, stiff, and lifeless.
I was so upset that I went for a walk in the woods behind the house. This was the second kitten that had died in my care and I was taking out my frustration by swinging sticks against the trunks of trees.
A boy about 10-years of age came running to find me. “Jeremy!” he said, “You’re going to be late for your meeting!”
I ran after him. I’d forgotten about the meeting and I berated myself in my head. “I must not be a very responsible person. I killed two kittens and forgot about my meeting…”