Daily story, July 25, 2025

They had baked the cat into a cake. This didn’t seem sad or horrifying, which is what made me think I might be dreaming. Sometimes in my dreams I don’t feel the things I know I should, and unlike when I am awake, I notice. The cake looked delicious, except for the tail sticking out of it. I thought I had seen some thing like this once on the telly, maybe One Foot in the Grave, and that was where I must have dreamed it up from. The cat gave a big stretch, breaking out like a chick from an egg, and started licking crumbs from his fur. He didn’t seem too bothered, either.