Part One, The Space Cats

A little star fell from the sky, and two rescue cats answered. Cinnamon and Jasper climbed into their little rocket, helmets on, and flew out into the dark to catch it, because that is what you do for a fallen star. She reached for it. He stood guard while she did.

Two rescue cats from Sacramento have officially seen more of the universe than any astronaut. Cinnamon, the ginger, leads the expedition the way she leads everything, paws first. Jasper, her gray brother and lifelong shadow, floats at her side, and between them hangs one small star, close enough to bat, which is of course the entire mission plan.

No queens, no black holes, no saga this time. Just the two who run the studio at home, out where the treats are made of light.

Once, these two waited behind shelter glass, watching people walk past, hoping somebody would stop. Somebody did. Now they cross nebulas in a brass and lamplight rocket, and the view out their window is the whole sky. This series is for every cat still behind that glass, still waiting for their person to stop. Your voyage is coming.

“She reaches. He guards. Neither one flies alone.”

Original artwork and story by Merci Web Design Studio. Print, 6500 x 4500 and up, at Fine Art America.