Vienna woke up the next morning with the same feeling again, as if her mother had been trying to talk to her in the dream, trying to warn her of the dangers lurking ahead. Rubbing her eyes, to wipe off sleep, she heard the door open and turned to see Ziva standing in her doorway in her pink nightgown, her pale blond hair flowing around her head like a halo. "Hey, Ziva, what are you doing, sleep-walking are you?"
"Can we take the cat with us?" Ziva said while rubbing her eyes until Vienna patted the bed next to her. Ziva climbed in, and Vienna thought about what her sister had just said.
"Honey, what cat and where would we take it?" Vienna asked her.
The big black cat that likes Clover. I don't think he would like it if we left him here, while we went to go play at the lake there," Ziva
