Last night I dreamed I gave birth to a kitten. Not a cute, day old kitten, but a six-week old kitten. With teeth and claws.
And because I had given birth to said kitten, I, of course, felt compelled to breastfeed it.
Breastfeeding a kitten did NOT go well in my dreams and I suddenly have new respect for Mama cats who have multiple children in each litter.
Half-way through the dream I was like “Wait! This can’t be right! Where’s the BABY!?!!?”
I cannot get the image of BFing a kitten out of my mind.