I had an odd dream last night. I had several dead kittens that I had to skin. They were curled up with their little chins tucked against their chest. I'd pull their heads up and start cutting underneath the neck. I didn't like skinning them, and I really didn't think I could eat them, even though I felt obligated to. If that wasn't bad enough, one of them woke up while I was skinning it. Now I have to wonder. Were any of them dead or were they just unconcious?