I had a dream a while ago, that I had a silver-y cat with a smashed face. His name was Max. Since then, I have been searching for “Max” when I’m bored at work.
After researching Max’s breed, I discovered that I apparently dream about purebred american shorthair cats.
So far, this is the closest I’ve come to finding Max:
He’s $450 and lives in LA. Buying a purebred cat is so not me.
In other news, did anyone see SNL this past weekend? I think I will start using the term “feline daughter” when referencing my cats, from now on.