I didn’t like it, and it didn’t like me. It glared at me a few times, and I seem to recall it hissed once or twice. I didn’t want it in the house, and it didn’t want to be there. Eventually I managed to find the door and let it out.
So what kind of a person casts a cute little tabby kitten as the bad guy in a dream? More to the point, who or what did the kitten represent?
I risk the wrath of The Borg in posting this.