Cal.E.'s Korner

d.: I haven’t talked to Cal.E. in a few days. I had a major exam to take. Then, my electricity went out…in the middle of the test. Fortunately, Ace and his wife live just a couple of miles away, so I was able to finish the test (and pass it!) by taking it at his house. I hope Cal.E. has been doing what I asked her to do and kept the blog going by herself…I’d better call her and make sure of that (ring)

Hello? Who is this!!!

d. It’s me, Cal.E. I was just checking to see if you have been doing as I asked and written our blog by yourself the last couple of days…

This isn’t Cal.E., it’s Meow Z. Tongue! I answered Cal.E.’s phone because it woke me up while I was taking my mid evening, pre-sleep cat nap. I was trying to channel Cal.E.’s brain to see what she was thinking about, but I suppose her brain is too small for me to read her mind!

d.: Or y’alls mental telepathy doesn’t work well on this planet. Why were you trying to read Cal.E.’s mind?

M.: Well, I want to sing lead for the RoCKats,

but Cal.E. wanted to take a cat nap and think about all the things that led her to live on this planet. I suppose I’m a big part of that equation.

d.: From what I understand, that is correct, Meow, but maybe I can help you.

M.: I’m listening.

d.: Well, Cal.E. had a contract to author a book about her adventures on her home planet, in space, and what led her to come to this planet. I was helping her write her manuscript…

M.: You mean you were writing it for her, don’t you?

d.: Well…yes, but I can email you the introduction and you can go from there.

M.: That sounds good. I’m waiting for your response…What is taking  you so long?!!!

d.: Just read the email I just sent you.

M. Okay, fine

   A STRANGE PLANET.

My husband, King Tom,

looked at me with contempt. He saw the rodent’s tail having out of my mouth

and knew immediately what had happened to his dinner.

He had decreed, with the permission of Meow Z. Tongue, the Supreme Ruler of the Cat Galaxy,

that anyone caught eating his food would be exiled from the planet.

However, I knew King Tom still loved me,

so I was confident that he would find a way to let me stay on as queen of the Planet of the Talking Cats. However, Meow Z. Tongue convinced him otherwise, and I was sentenced to be cast out into the Cat Galaxy, never to be heard from again;

but my husband had a plan

.

Tom convinced Meow Z. Tongue that, since POTTC was running out of fuel to power the planet, I should be put on a spaceship

and sent to the nearest planet with intelligent life. As a concession, Meow put just enough fuel in my spaceship to get to the next planet with intelligent life. Earth seemed to have some intelligent creatures on their planet, because the cats had enslaved the humans that lived on Earth and used them to feed and shelter them. Meow put a two-way radio in the spaceship

so I could radio back to POTTC when I landed and let him know what I had found.

The journey went smoothly, but I ran out of food just as I entered the Milky Way Galaxy.

The last of the live rodents

that had been supplied to me for my meals were gone, and I hadn’t eaten in five hours! So, at warp speed, I decided to make a crash landing.in something called the Atlantic Ocean.

However, the spaceship was set to self-destruct upon impact, something Meow hadn’t shared with King Tom, I’m sure.

I ejected from the spacecraft just as it hit the water, taking the radio with me. I don’t like water, like most cats. However, like every cat born on every planet,

all cats know how to swim, so I made it to shore.

I looked up just in time to see my last hope of returning to my home planet, my life as royalty, my friends and my usual life explode in a reflection on a shiny building

and sink to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

d.: I’m sorry, Meow, but I need to study for a final exam, so that’s all the time we  have for today.

M.: So, I suppose I’ll need to be in the same place and on the same channel tomorrow for another cat ta(i)le

right here on Cal.E.’s Korner.