Toothless rarely dreamed of much he remembered other than fish, Hic-- Harold wearing strange clothes and giving him fish, fish and sometimes that pretty little blonde girl Harold liked so much also giving him fish. ...It was clear the cat had little more than fish on his mind.

But periodically, he'd have strange dreams. Strange dreams that involved being entirely higher in the air than any cat should be without plausible fear that the phrase "cats always land on their feet" might be being sorely tested. Harold was always there-- Toothless was never sure where he was, but the feline always knew when the boy was around, and he was there. Sometimes, that same pretty little blonde girl was there, too. All in all Toothless tended to chalk the dreams up to a bad batch of tuna, ignore them, and go about his day.

One such dream was ended prematurely when the bane of his very existence, Harold's father, began his usual pounding on the door whenever Harold managed to sleep thirty seconds past when he was supposed to be up. With a huff from his curled position near Harold's foot, the cat stretched long and slender, parting his toes lazily before he rolled onto his stomach and got to his feet. While Harold put on his prosthetic limb, the cat saw fit to trill and walk directly into his boy's shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately.

Don't worry, Harold, he likes your hair long, too.