"There are times when a wide and silver moon rises above banks of iron clouds to illume their churning edges with lambent pearls…nights like that are, as any feline knows, the calling card for Brumous Siam."
It was my howl that inspired Allen Ginsberg. It was my grin Lewis Carroll drew on the Cheshire cat. It was my purr that moved Tibetan monks to chant. It was my profile Egyptians worshipped. But these are not the reasons I was called to Harrisonburg.
It began in the time of Pharaoh Siamun when the sun and Sirius rose together on the first day of Dhwt in the year 980 B.C. I was slumbering in my temple when the incense smoke, which had been rising in peaceful columns, suddenly twisted toward the ground as if trying to escape the terrifying shriek that clawed the air. When I saw the humans and dogs acting as if nothing had happened, I knew it was a frequency beyond their capabilities, a creature beyond their perceptions. Something was tearing into our dimension. Nothing was visible, so I opened my mouth to amplify the odors and there it was: the sharp, glassy smell of Lususnaturae.
Lususnaturae of Selofaine, the fourth dimension, the transparent world. To us, it looks as if it were made of glass and water. Smudged memories of color exist at certain angles, but disappear if you look too closely. Even the inter-dimensional barrier is transparent: they can see us. And to them, we are a dazzling, irresistible riot of color. And Lususnaturae, ruler of Selofaine, craves color. He would give up his throne to live here, but it is not allowed. There are beings of other dimensions who can and do immigrate to Earth, but no being from Selofaine is allowed. Their bodies are like crystals bristling with razor sharp edges. And they are large, almost 15 feet wide. Imagine the damage such a bladed creature could do walking down our sidewalks, hiking through our woods or swimming in our waters. Lususnaturae doesn't care. Red is his favorite color.
When he first arrived near my temple in the desert of Egypt, he appeared as a ghostly cloud, a shimmer of brilliance in the wide blue sky. Then he dropped to the desert like a mirage. It took six months, but we sent him back to Selofaine. That is when I discovered my talent, and that is when Pharaoh extended my nine lives to infinite because he knew that Lususnaturae would return.
And now Lususnaturae is coming here. I am gathering my frontline crew from the fine clowder of felines at Cat's Cradle. But your cat will also work with us. The next time you see your kitty sleeping, feet twitching in hot pursuit, don't lull yourself into the tender reflection that he is mousing. He is not. He is guarding your world. And the next time you think your cat is staring at nothing in particular, remember this: it is the duty of all felines to repair the small inter-dimensional leaks that occur almost daily. A simple glare from our magic eyes will do it. But when the leak becomes a flood, the call goes out for Brumous Siam. I am not a good cat. But I am very good at what I do.
© Silver Cat Works
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