Tegucigalpa

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ing cared for? And would it even remember me when I got back home?</p><p id="6eb3">That was the dream I woke up to this morning. I have no idea what it means. I’m not an expert dream interpreter. I’ve never been to Honduras and have no desire to go there. I haven’t even heard the word, <i>Tegucigalpa</i>, in years but it was deeply stuck in my noggin. Why would I be going there?</p><p id="0d72">I don’t have a kitten. My apartment building does not allow pets. Perhaps the kitten was symbolic of my two beloved granddaughters. They’re kind of like kittens — or maybe tiger cubs. They, along with their mother, are the only reasons I’m still living where I live. I’ve been wanting to move to warmer climes but then I would miss the girls.</p><p id="82db">But Tegucigalpa?</p><p id="2f4d">It’s a puzzler.</p><p id="a944">Wait a minute! I just had a thought. Maybe the dream was telling me that it’s time for me to move to a new h

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ome where I can have pets. I miss living with a kitty kitty. Perhaps the dream is telling me that there is a kitty cat in my future. And maybe I should name it Tegucigalpa!</p><p id="67be"><i>Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather</b></a>. All Rights Reserved.</i></p><p id="22c2"><i>Speaking of kitty kitties…</i></p><div id="79c6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/naming-cats-be8b59040749"> <div> <div> <h2>Naming Cats</h2> <div><h3>A self-help how-to guide</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*7tHkxoRc7A0E1o_huHE4lQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

And the kitten

I was driving my very expensive car along horrible pot-holed back-country roads headed for Tegucigalpa. The drivers of all the other vehicles on the country roads were driving like maniacs. I was constantly having to swerve to keep from being crashed into.

I have no earthly idea why the hell I was headed for Tegucigalpa but it seemed utterly imperative that I get there as fast as I could. The whole time I’m driving I kept thinking about my little kitten back home in America. It was only about twelve weeks old. I was very worried about the kitten. Was it safe? Was it being cared for? And would it even remember me when I got back home?

That was the dream I woke up to this morning. I have no idea what it means. I’m not an expert dream interpreter. I’ve never been to Honduras and have no desire to go there. I haven’t even heard the word, Tegucigalpa, in years but it was deeply stuck in my noggin. Why would I be going there?

I don’t have a kitten. My apartment building does not allow pets. Perhaps the kitten was symbolic of my two beloved granddaughters. They’re kind of like kittens — or maybe tiger cubs. They, along with their mother, are the only reasons I’m still living where I live. I’ve been wanting to move to warmer climes but then I would miss the girls.

But Tegucigalpa?

It’s a puzzler.

Wait a minute! I just had a thought. Maybe the dream was telling me that it’s time for me to move to a new home where I can have pets. I miss living with a kitty kitty. Perhaps the dream is telling me that there is a kitty cat in my future. And maybe I should name it Tegucigalpa!

Speaking of kitty kitties…