I was caught by my cat early in the morning, and at seven and a half I began to stick and wake up.
I don't know what he needed, maybe even food, didn't get in, put him outside the door and locked it.
Through the dream, it was clear that he did not stop trying to open the door in the usual way – hanging on a pen.
I woke up at eight in the morning and opened the door. I turned off the alarm and went to sleep.
The joyful cat, finally achieving its own, came and lay on my chest, swirling like a huge tractor.
He is always whispering, but such a joyful and loud whispering has not been for a long time.
The cat did not hurt me, neither for the time spent, nor for being ignored.
A sincere whirlwind of joy, as if it were to say: URA!!! I let in!! to
I just couldn’t get up and listen to the whisper for another half an hour.