LOOK! UP IN THE SKY! DOES THAT LOOK GREEN TO YOU? AND CATS WHO LIVE THE GOOD LIFE

Perhaps you've seen the news stories lately about a green-glowing comet that is making a return visit to the general vicinity of our Solar System this weekend. Go ahead and google it if you need confirmation.
This comet may actually be visible from Texas and, of course, other parts of the planet that are famous throughout the universe.
 Not that Texas is a destination for this space traveler that, the scientists say, has been sailing its own orbit since our planet's Stone Age -- at least. That was right before Dallas lost its joint bid for (a) hosting the first World Cup Soccer Tournament and (b) earning designation as Garden of Eden II -- constant road construction wrecked that idea. I may be making up some of that history.
The whole point of this is to explain the behavior of that black and white cat for this edition of Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap.
Regular readers will recognize Stevie Ray Treeboy, the fellow I plucked off of a flimsy Oak Cliff mimosa limb in 2021. He is our former Apprentice Office Cat. Turns out he's weak on following projects to the end. But, yes, he has grown up from his initial discovery as "yowling kitten." 

That second cat -- the one curled up on my pillow -- is Hastings Streetboy, plucked out of the middle of a Duncanville street on Oct. 4, 2021. His eyes were all yucky, he didn't have much hair, he was starving and, it turns out, an exceptional carrier of ringworm. 

Hastings has become quite the fluffy fellow and he likes to read so he sacks out on my pillow near the built-in bedroom bookcase.

Stevie Ray may have been dreaming when I disturbed his nap, but the TV was on and there was a story about the comet and I could swear I heard Stevie Ray saying, "My people are coming back for me" as his eyes glowed a color known as "intergalactic green." I think you can get that color on some models of the newer Ford Escape.

In lieu of a more rational explanation for their presence in the human sleeping quarters, I can only suggest that these two "felinetellectuals" -- scientific designation, I believe -- enjoy the company of fictional books and volumes of research. They laugh at cartoons in The New Yorker and, sometimes, claim to understand every poem The New Yorker publishes.

How smart are they? We'll, they watch cable TV free, they sleep in a heated or air-conditioned home, whichever they need at the time, and they have someone who brings their food to them two times or more each day, seven days a week. And, of course, they like to sleep in the company of books and pillows and they'll wake up immediately at the rustle of a cat treat bag.
Plus, these two appear to have adopted me as one of their own. So, if I am not here after that green-glowing comet leaves our space neighborhood, you'll know where I've gone off to, all fed up with failing to win Lotto Texas and heading toward the Andromeda Galaxy with a pocketful of U.S spacecash and a good attitude..
[DEAR SPACE READERS: Please send us photos of your slumbering spacebeasts or household Galacticats or Universidogs to dallrp@aol.com and we'll proudly post them and their fascinating stories in our weekly edition of Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. Remember, spay and neuter and save 'em all are two goals throughout the universe, except some Zip Codes in Texas, apparently.]
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