To kill the cat or not to kill the cat...

Year end gave me lots of stress dreams last year, and it's doing it again this year apparently. Why are ACat and I up at quarter past two? Well, I've been re-reading Lois McMaster Bujold's Memory (re-re-re-re-re-re-reading, actually) and I had a dream. I dreamed that Gregor's wedding was about to happen, and somehow someone had done the tax paperwork wrong. (Don't ask me, I have no idea why they're related!) Anyhow, I was frantically checking all the Type of Service levels on the paperwork with some ImpSec goon hanging over my shoulder being quietly menacing and wanting to know how this happened - when the cat apparently walks across the bed and scratches my arm. I apparently made a loud desperate noise and levitated about six inches. ACat claims he was aleady awake, but if he hadn't been he certainly would have been at that point. On the whole, not a good dream - but not one I really needed such an awakening from! Fortunately, I can take a nap later if I need one...