RIP Darth Kittyous

I had a dream last night that our cat, Darth Kittyous, died. As most dreams go, the reality of the situation was a little off. For one, I didn't seem to care all that much. Also, he was still warm and fuzzy, instead of smelly with riggormortis. After he died, I was posing him in different positions and tossing him around a little bit.... not sure why. Then, suddenly, he woke up with a meow. I figured I must have re-started his heart with all of the posing and tossing. Anyway, I'm not sure what all of this means, but I feel like he's more of a Luke Flystalker now... or maybe Hunt So-low. I don't know why, ... I mean, he's fat and lazy and entirely too strung up for something with claws that likes to sit on my lap... but I love the little tuna addict. I was trying to give him whipped cream last night, but he didn't want any. I kept tryin to tell him that it was made of cream... OF CREAM!