I dreamed there were kittens crawling everywhere, ranging in size from guinea pig to the length of my thumb. Even the tiniest ones had full coats of fur. I kept trying to gather them all up so I could keep track of them and they wouldn't starve to death or get crushed, but I kept finding more in alarming places. SO MANY FRAGILE KITTENS.
So I'm reading this silly 1911 novel called Wild Heather, and the protagonist--who is of course named Heather--just said, "I could not have two mothers; you know that it would be impossible!"