I just woke up from a dream about my old cat Adonis. I dreamt I still had him but he was being a butt. I was hanging out with Adam Levine in some huge old L.A. craftsman house with tons of space and hardwood floors and for two days straight Adonis was following me around meowing his head off and biting me. I couldn’t figure out his problem. Finally I realized I  hadn’t fed him. So I told Adam Levine, who may or may not have been my boyfriend that I was going to the market to get Adonis some cat food but the real problem was I had been shot. Someone had shot me with a gun. I went to rock n’ roll Ralph’s and I was walking around limping and bleeding and I felt horrible because my cat had been starving. The end.

I don’t have a picture of Adonis so I had to put one that looked like him. He looked like that but fatter because FYI he was always well fed.

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★