He's while and grey and is called Snowy. He hates the world, but grudgingly accepts humans because they feed him and provide warmth and shelter.
Anyway I dreamed that we had a conversation:
ME: So, Snowy. Why are you such a prick? I must be the nicest cat owner in the world.
SNW: You'd be in the top three.
ME: So what's wrong?
SNW: The cat food tastes too fishy.
ME: Is that all?
SNW: No. You're a bit rough when you pat me.
Then the dream morphed into one of my (recurring) nightmares where I am back running a physio practice and trying to treat about five people at once, and running over time.
Just as well my charming partner is a psychotherapist.
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