meow

i was having a nice jog through a cave/shanty dungeon of some sort, and i heard a kitty, so i stopped to scoop him up, and put him on my shoulder, and continued on my merry way. but then i heard the kitty again, behind me, over my shoulder, from where i'd just picked him up. I just picked you up, kitty! How'd you get back there? I looked and he wasn't there, but he was still mewling piteously, terrified that i'd leave him, my good friend pal kitty, back behind in the cave section of the cave/shanty dungeon, which wasn't all that nice of a place to be left behind in. He was nowhere to be found but the mewling continued!

then I woke up to find that the mewling was my own allergy nose-whistle, penetrating even my earplugs. har! I laughed and went back to sleep.

good times.