I had a weird dream last night that i'd given Roswell to donnaricci. I was back stage at some fashion show in California, surrounded by weights and backdrops and pulley's. I saw Donna walk past and I said "Can I see Roswell, is she here?" -- "She's upstairs," Donna said. I went up a long flight of stairs and found Roswell playing in a room by herself. She was a kitten again. "Roswell," I said to her, "what have I done?"
Then I woke up and Ros was at the foot of my bed. She followed me downstairs and we made breakfast.