I spent a part of my morning trying to figure out why William Shatner once again invaded my dreams, and why in the hell he was in my kitchen grilling chicken for the cats.
I posed this question on Facebook, and Murf figured it out right away.
William Shatner = Denny Crane.
We bring chicken home from Denny's for the kitties.
Max loves Denny.
I should learn to think in smaller circles...