Hrump. That was a very good dream. I could feel each of my toes grip into the loose sand, hit the open lope of easy speed, my muscles rippling and my whiskers twisting. Pounce after pounce I zigzagged conering my prey. With swat of my right foreleg I batted the worthy competitor/meal to the ground and just before the consumation, I woke in victory, did a shimmy and high U cat stretch and threw myself into the next sector of day.