Cats and autopsies

The other night my foot escaped from underneath the blanket and the bottom of my foot met the bottom of my cats back paw. Like we were high fiving with our feet. I woke up enough to notice this and I think then went on to dream about swimming with octopuses. But the story is we both slept like that for the rest of the night. And I would occasionally wake up to make sure it was still happening. Her tiny foot with mine. Furry. Frail. And twitching. Was she swimming with octopuses in her dreams as well? Did I give her my dreams? Transfer them on via paw pads and toes. Today she sneezed in my face. I wasn't offended. I hope she is happy in general. I think she is.  

This evening I saw a Stan Brakhage that was difficult to watch. Bodies are a strange thing. Werner Herzog was in attendance.