When the Cat Arrives

My dog ears picked up the radar and sonar before I realize Anything was amiss in November’s blatantly foggy furious sky. I turn to the east and see the big dipper, or maybe the small one. Constellations fit enthusiastically into my world of fun. Is that a falling star, a jet stream or a spaceship with a light? I stand silently waiting for whoever to feel all right. It is a curious day, and the tail is ever so bright. I stand listening, learning all I can on this glorious night. The cocker spaniel dog has joined me now, which alarms me not a whit. If the cat comes over, I will feel no doubt differently about it. The cat is psychic, a mystical, magical creature, more than a bit. Uh-oh, here he is now, telepath-ing with this crazy spaceship.