I had a dream recently in which former family cat Rosie had just read an article about her conducting prowess. (Just go with it.) She was miffed that the article and photo caption didn't refer to her by name even once. In her irritation, she was pacing back and forth, while listening to one song repeatedly.
The song? Jim Croce's "I Got A Name."
It's odd how dreams are often about implausible situations, but sometimes, they still capture the essence of someone's personality.
