One of the cats has urinated in a puddle on the floor. I grab one and put her nose in it and slap her butt around a bit and yell at her. But oops, that wasn't the right cat, so I grab the next one. I'm pretty sure Milou is the culprit, so I treat her especially roughly.

Suddenly my dad comes in and tells me that one of my cats had some kittens in another room. Oh no, that's a surprise, and I feel bad for punishing them. I ask which one had the kittens, and dad doesn't know.

I go into the ping-pong room (which is now Scott's room in real life, but in the dream housed some extra boxes and things), and there are five kittens, bigger than cats in life, already standing up on two legs.