Twitchy

As I sit here typing this, the cat is fast asleep next to me on the couch. She must be having a great dream about frolicking in a field of catnip and saucers of milk, because she is twitching something fierce. Her lower jaw is jutting out from time to time, whiskers whipping to and fro, tail flicking on occasion, back legs jerking about like she's performing some obscure recumbent martial art. But the funniest part is that her front paw has somehow clenched up to the point where one of her claws has embedded itself in the upholstery of the couch, so even though her glorious dream is telling her to twitch up a storm...her left front paw just can't enjoy it as much as the rest of her body so obviously is.