I had a medical issue last week and wasn't sure how the ER folks at Madigan would deal with it. So I took Gimme to Janice's kennel for the day and we left it open ended as to when I'd pick her up. Without going into detail, things went well and we opted for the simpler procedure. Unfortunately it took so long, I was too late to pick Gimme up - certainly too late to get her and head to Maple Valley for what was supposed to be the first class as we resume parkour. This also meant I couldn't meet Nadine for tracking at the crack of dawn - turned out well since she had a conflict come up.
Later in the evening I got a text from Gimme (channeled through Janice doncha know), telling me she missed me and to sleep well. I sent a text back. There was another text I couldn't open. I figured it was pictures, but my cell-phone is an "antique" and can't do pictures.
Here are two of the pictures. One is of Gimme grinning. She really likes Janice and grins at her all the time. The other is her snoozing with Bunny-baby, who has since been replaced with PurpleDog-baby.
Apparently the drugs I was taking for pain made me more susceptible to Gimme's influence. She woke me twice during the night to hold up the covers so she could get in bed. I'd swear I was awake and could see her by the light of my diffuser. While its possible Gimme just planted this in my dreams, she still had to be in my head. I'd never put the diffuser in the bedroom before, so she wouldn't have known what the room looked like by its light, unless she'd gotten the picture from my head.
Then the next day, before I could get her, I had to change the dressing on my owie and was taking a long hot bath to soak off the old dressing. I was in the midst of peeling the bandage off when I distinctly heard "squeak-a squeak-a squeak-a squeeeeak squeeeeeak squeak-a squeak". This is how Gimme plays with her squeak toys, making a long string of squeaks. While I distinctly heard the squeaking, it did sound a little fainter, like she was farther away.
Too too strange.