Planet Earth I Say

She’s a wily one. Watch out! There is a tornado coming, Tornado Tressa. She is feral, ferocious, fierce, filled with fury. Tread lightly, better yet, hole up in a ditch or a basement. A paw comes out, tearing up my white sock. Then I hear a small meow. Good grief. Is this what they are talking about? Apparently none of these Venusites have seen a cat before! They think it’s a tornado for some odd reason. I offer to take care of it for all the plutonium I can get into my space ship. Mission is a huge success. I wave happily. Check my gauges. Adjust my mirrors. “Planet Earth,” I say to my MegaBlaster. Plutonium Princess curls up on a pillow and sleeps all the way back