*Insert a Really Bad Christopher Walken Imitation Here*

Apparently I have the most mundane psychic powers *EVER*. One of the items my cats like to play with a lot are hazelnuts (they glide along both carpeting and hardwood real smoothly). Anyways, Franny has managed to lose all of them over the past month or so--I've searched and searched but they've vanished into some mysterious vortex. The other night I dreamt that I found them all stashed away in some secret area where she had hid them. I told E about it the next day, citing it as one of the least interesting dreams I've ever had (*sidenote: this morning, on the other hand, I dreamt right before I woke up that a hot construction worker was trying to unhook part of a barbed-wire fence that had gotten caught on my skirt). And then lo and behold, over the next two days, I found every damn one of those hazelnuts--they came to me like little hazelnutty beacons in the night.

Just call me Christopher.

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