Sometime this morning I woke up laughing, which I am wont to do occasionally. I do it when I dream something funny, and I was certainly amused by this dream.
Imagine, dear readers, Julia Louis-Dreyfus (of Seinfeld fame) standing in front of a steam table with a trumpet. Only one of the bins in the steam table has anything in it, and she's standing in front of that one.
What's in the steam table, you wonder? Well, start with a base of that delicious, sweet/spicy General Tso's sauce, and then add a big frog wearing a birthday hat and a smallish, thinnish tabby cat wearing a look of righteous indignation (both of these animals very much alive, in case you were concerned; I guess the steam table was not actually functioning).
Why the cat's look of righteous indignation, you wonder? Because Juia Louis-Dreyfus is merrily blowing random notes on her trumpet at them, while they were just minding their own business playing in the General Tso's sauce.
So, the part that made me laugh and woke me up was where the cat, still looking mortified that this woman would be blowing her trumpet at his amphibian friend and him, raises his goofy cat paw straight up in the air (you know how cats stick a leg straight up in the air while they're giving themselves a bath? Like that) and brings it down on Julia's arm with a wet, General Tso-ey smack.
See? Hilarious. Now, let the analyses begin.
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