Last thing I dreamed before I woke

I was having a dispute with a neighbour (I was living by myself again in a walkup apartment, like THAT would ever happen) and she chose to respond to it by drowning three kittens in my ornamental fountain, which was in the entranceway to the apartment.  They were still warm when I picked them up.  I guess bathing Margot so frequently (she had a poopy bum again so she got bathed this weekend) is making me used to the feel of wet cat fur, because I could feel their warm little bodies as I picked them up.  I thought, who could do such a thing? And then I remembered.  My subconscious could.  Thanks, subconscious, you suck.