Dream: We keep cats in Tupperware

I was visiting my mom, but I couldn’t find my cat, Isis. She’s ten years old this year, and ridiculously humanish. I looked all over, and knowing that my mom has a habit of putting dead animals into the freezer until she has a chance to bury them, I opened the freezer and refrigerator. And there in the fridge, in a plastic tub, laid out like smushed road-kill, was Izzy. Before the tears even had a chance to come to my eyes, she opened hers and stretched as if she’d only been asleep. I whisked her out of the refrigerator and started rubbing her down (she was chilly) and found my mom on the couch in the living room.

The exchange went something like this:
“Mom, what the hell?”
“I’m not done with her yet!”
“What do you mean you’re not done with her?! She could suffocate in there, or die of hypothermia!”

But somehow I understood that my mom was convinced that keeping the cat in the refrigerator overnight would help make her last longer, like that episode of Eerie, Indiana where the mother keeps her twins in giant Tupperware to keep them from growing up.

Anyway, I kept Izzy in my arms and when she left to run around, I could just open my arms to her and she would come up and lay on me (just like she does in the waking world) and purr. I woke up crying for the love of this cat.