It’s night-time. There is water rising a bit outside of the front(?) door. I’m thinking that I want to take a picture of it. Greg, and I, are dressed to go somewhere. A kitten gets out, from the backyard, and a strange guy kicks it a couple of times, not hurting it. It runs back to the backyard, and the guy kicks it again. It runs around, coming over by me, and I’m able to pick it up. (Ali’s Dream) Some people have come, and taken the cats, tying them together with a rope, and pulling them. Ali sees them, … Continue reading Pick It Up