Journal #7787

Ok, new dream. Certainly more disturbing that what I'm used to.

I've got a new job, on a production line, skinning live cats. Now now, don't jump for the "sick fuck" responses just yet. The cats were fine. Underneath their fur and skin, they had more fur and skin. It was as though cats were meant to shed their skins from time to time, but the process just would not occur naturally. The thing is, the cats fur was identical underneath, same colours, pattern etc.

I go home and decide that I might as well skin my cat while I'm at it.

I run a Stanley knife down the side of my cat, peel away the top skin, but the fur underneath is black. The black cat, kicks and thrashes out of the outer skin and scurries to the other end of the room, then sits in the corner and hisses at me.

Then I woke up...

I can only assume that this means my cat is a spy.