Anyway, the other night, I was particularly anxious about the fact that there are dozens of boxes precariously stacked throughout our tiny mole hole. The cats are all over the boxes. In fact, while we're trying to put boxes together, one or both of them will get under the box, with only the tip of their tails as evidence. So, I spent some time trying to push boxes toward walls, so we'd have more walking space and the cats wouldn't get squished behind them.
I went to bed in a somewhat foul mood that night. The next morning, I woke up with a start! I had a dream... it was so awful. I came home from work and poor little Mystic was flattened by a box! All that was left of her were two tiny sets of white toes. Fortunately there were no Munchkins dancing around, because I would have had a freaking heart attack. From reading this blog, you'll understand that this comparison of Mystic to the Wicked Witch of the East is not a stretch.