My cat, Isis, is a homicidal maniac. When she isn't trying to eat metal, she is chewing on my toes. I find this to be a reprehensible way to treat the person that saved you from a life of begging and flea infestation. However, I think she secretly resents the lack of freedom in her current existence. I could be wrong but since she doesn't understand English I cannot ask her. I woke up the other morning and went off to take my shower.
When I returned, Isis was chewing merrily (maniacally) on a corner of my vision board. A friend, who is a brilliant achiever of dreams encouraged me to develop my own vision board. So, I spent an entire weekend happily cutting and pasting glorious sunrises, peaceful yoga poses, a dress I could murder to fit into and Patrick Dempsey on to 4 cork boards. Which I then placed in an aesthetically pleasing fashion on my wall.
This behavior has apparently continued when I am not home or in another room, as I now have only a fraction of my dreams for the future left. Either Isis thinks I am a loser who will never acheive my goals... or the Patrick Dempsey goal is reaching a little high. I have decided against making a new one for the time being. Partly because I am sure that the crazed animal that we rescued from a mean life on the streets will simply contine to eat my dreams... and because I am really lazy. 
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