I dreamt I was in the lobby of a European (? international anyway) hotel just letting Nancy and Helmi have a wander around when other cats and at least one dog descended on us. The dog, which was a big grey hound, literally jumped down - or more like deliberately dropped - from the floor above. The cats came in more cautiously. I picked Nancy up but of course there's no way you can pick Helmi up so I just had to hope she'd find her way back to the hotel room, remembering that she had a collar with her name and my number on it (which by the way she doesn't).
This is the second dream I've had about picking Nancy up in a location of turmoil, joining my dream last week about carrying her down Flinders St. towards the station. I am glad to say that in both dreams she is reasonably controllable.
