The Catstronaut

She didn't ask permission to come aboard. She never does. But now that she's here, the stowaway helps herself to the nearest window.

A small ringed planet in gold tone and blue-green enamel drifts above a cat perched on the inner rim of a matching porthole, three stars dangling in her view. She is gazing out at the universe with the particular expression of a creature who has decided it belongs to her. Zinc alloy and enamel, approximately two and a half inches, alloy hooks.

She always wanted to be a catstronaut. One small step for cat. One giant leap for cat-kind.