Space Cat

“Now then constable, look at the sky.”

“What am I looking for, sir?”

“Just keep looking, you'll see it soon.”

“HOLY SHIT! What the fuck is that?!”

“Language, constable.”

“Sorry sir, but what is that?”

“Space cat. Well, kitten to be more precise.”

“Space cat sir?”

“Yes, poor thing. It must be quite lost.”

“Lost, sir?”

“Yes, they don't usually come this far out.”

“This far out, sir?”

“Yes. They tend to stick to the central galaxies where the astral mice are densest.”

“But what can we do sir?”

“Not a lot we can do. This planet's defenses simply aren't advanced enough.”

“There must be something sir?”

“Well, you could try hope.”

“Hope sir?”

“Yes, hope. As in hope that it satisfies itself playing with the moon and doesn't want to play with the bigger ball.”

SPACE CAT – AN INSPECTOR GRIFFIN MOMENT.

© Gavin White 2011