silly beasts and scary dreams

Not that this is a shock to anybody, but the Hairy Beasts are extraordinarily silly Hairy Beasts. Every time I change my bedding, they won't go near it for three days or until I put them down on the bed and they realize that just because it's a different blanket, that doesn't mean it eats cats. It also apparently doesn't matter if the "new" blanket is the same one they slept on last week when it was warmer out; it's Different, therefore Scary, until proven otherwise. I think that one is Lily's fault. The fact that Lily has taken to washing me is Snip's fault. They were using each other as pillows this morning, and it was so sweet it almost rotted all my teeth out on the spot.

Last night I had a very long and complicated and disturbing dream, but I remember absolutely nothing about the actual plot, except that I was trying to buy a cabbage at one point. Perhaps I shouldn't have been re-reading Use of Weapons before bed. (Really excellent book, but gory. I bought it last Saturday, read it on Monday and pretty much decided as soon as I finished it that I had to re-read it.)