Puss and boots

Last night I dreamed I lived in a community where everyone owned at least one docile, domesticated cougar/puma/panther/jaguar/mountain lion the size of a horse.

Last night I dreamed a friend had been beaten because his custom-made boots weren’t exactly the right color. The attacker explained his own boots, custom-made by the same person, were the true color and my friend was wrong to change his. The friend said he hadn’t changed anything, that they came that way.

I stepped in and asked the attacker what was wrong with having different colors. He struggled for an answer. “Th… it’s… they… they’re not the same!”

“Yes, and that’s a problem because…?”

“It’s just wrong!”