Not really so much a dream as a fragment.
I am in the bedroom, and I get a call from my girlfriend, from the living room. She tells me that she accidentally killed one of our cats. My dream implies the cat was killed under the recliner which we are always afraid of happening. When I go into the living room, my girlfriend has left for work, seemingly to her old job.
There is a small clear, plastic tarp on the floor in the living room, which is devoid of all furniture. I suppose that makes sense because we just moved into the apartment recently and my first impression of the living room was when it was empty. I try to open the tarp, but I had trouble doing so. I've seen this cat near death twice now, once when nearly crushed and again when it tried to drowned in the fish tank (that event required CPR), so you think I would be used to seeing this scene.
Eventually, I do open the tarp and there is the cat, switching between states of being wet (like the drowning incident) and just a dry sleeping/dead cat. All that leads to the creepy part: the body starts to twitch (which also happened when the cat drowned after I gave gave it CPR), but in a more cartoon, stop-animation setting.
I get excited, thinking the animal is still alive, I pet the animal's side and it reacts in a strange, mechanical way that freaks me out. I pick the cat up and take it into the middle room to put it in the travel container (which wasn't the greatest idea, I know).
About that time, the whole situation has freaked the shit out of me and I woke up. Man, I'm fucking tired now.
