The night was warm for the time of year, and Estella drifted in and out of sleep. So when the loud hum started, she thought it was a dream — until it grew louder, a pulsing, unearthly droning coming from the living room. Hurriedly, she threw on her bathrobe and ran downstairs in time to see her cat Binkley preparing to return to his home planet.
This explains so much, Andrew Y.
I’m in hysterics from the epic story to the photo. I really truly need to know the back story on this pic. And so true about cats, I always say when I can’t find one that they returned to the mothership to make a report.
From the post:
I have founded a new religion, Catolicism.
It’s the laziest religion in existence. But also you need to sprint around the house at 3:00 am for no reason.
Ahah! We always believed that during the night, while we were asleep, Minkette was in contact with the Mothership.
Today I had to realize what I had suspected for some time: my naughty tuxedo kitten doesn’t just steal hearts: sometimes it is socks, other times cigarettes, men’s underwear, styrofoam bits, a diaper full of pee, beer bottle opener, mini sausages.
Not that I condone theft but now that he has set foot on the path of crime, couldn’t he just steal something useful? Neither of us smokes, drinks, uses diapers, eats sausages. I don’t see much use for the men’s underwear either. He cannot put it on under his pretty tux.
🤣🤣🤣
What Allein said.
Cats are decorative, not useful. Stands to reason that the items they steal wouldn’t be useful either.
Allein said it all!
I bet that he’s really proud of himself though.