I dream of a cat... white with brown and black spots. I am trying to put the cat out because it is being naughty. The cat won't have it. It is scratching and yelling. I grab it by the fur at its neck and back and carry it to the door. Its claws are out and looking for a fight, it squirms around and wraps all its limbs in a body bind on my right hand and wrist. I ask for help. Shane and my brother help me shake him off. I leave and the boys go outside. I turn around in time to see that they are trying to crush the cat with the legs of a weight bench. I am appalled. I rush outside and tell them to STOP. They do. I am so disgusted with them. I walk away.

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