I've often dreamt of Mudcatters, esp. those I feel particularly close to, in fact last night Sorcha was in a dream baout some dog show!*bg*

Here's one I posted about a couple of years ago:

I am vaguely aware of the twelve or so pounds of cat which has anchored itself in an elegant drape across my hip as I try to drift back into my dreams. Trying to turn over, in a more comfortable shift of legs, pillows, arms, and cat, I finally give up and heave-ho to the cat's disgust, rearranging my accoutrements of sleep. The dreams become elusive, but as I struggle awake and realise a few minutes up and about will be worth a few more hours of sleep, I remember one extraordinary thing about all of the dreams. They were in the form of threads, like the Mudcat discussion forum. Oh, not that formal in arrangement, but as I went from one to another and back, I was *clicking* in to each, catching up on the latest event unfolding. Each so real, each inevitably blending until I am struggling to keep the cat and all who attend, with me, from scene to scene. After the magic realm of Oz, I awake and recall, like Dorothy pointing to her Auntie Em and the farmhands, "You were there, Spaw; and, you, Leej; and, you, and you...." I laugh at myself, "Checking on the Mudcat just a quick bit before bedtime each night has brought me to this!" The cat and I drift off back to sleep.