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Sat, 24 Dec 2011 09:14:12 GMT

I hope that by including the relatively rare phrase "Egyptian Fayoumis", as in the lovely, talkative, paranoid, flighty chicken, that it will come up handily when I search for it later.

I dreamed about my Calico. San Francisco is starting to edge its way into my dreams, as I have a new dream-universe setting: a cross between the guys' street and the driveway to my garage: it's got the houses of their street, and is straight like their street, but instead of an intersection, it's got the steep hill and various greenery from around my place. And for whatever gosh-derned reason, I was hanging out there in my car. Calico was in the car.

There was no anxiety over pet-in-hot-car (this season is too cold to worry about that), it was more anxiety over loose-hen-in-untidy-car, and she was *all over the place*. Oh, chickens. You do not make ideal travel companions. Not even in dreams.

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