(School story I made lol, it might seem a bit weird bc it is) This is Bob the cat, a red, green, and blue cat. He is also an astronaut. Who fears the moon. Ironic, right? Well, he likes to buy some bugs from his friend Peanut, who is a vegan ginger cat. People tell him the moon is in space. He thinks they are idiots. Today he woke up, ate breakfast, and watched the news. Just some weather stuff. Then he went out to the end of his block to greet Peanut, and buy some bugs, getting weird looks from the neighbors. “You do realize, the moon is in space, right? Are you sure you want to go to space?” Peanut asks, concerned. “No, it’s not, and yes,” Bob replies. He leaves and goes home. Idiots, he thought. He looked at the news and ate lunch. He went out for a walk. A black cat came up to him and said, “Hey! You’re the cat who is going to space!” she exclaimed. “Yea, I am. Got a problem?” Bob replied. “Oh no, no, no! I’ve come to ask, aren’t you scared of the moon?” of course he is! It comes every night and scares him to the point were sometimes he can’t sleep! What kind of question is that?? “Uh, yea?? Leave me alone,” he said and walked away. He left to go find Peanut, who was at the pet store, ‘training’ dogs. “Hi Peanut, what are you up to?” Bob asked. “Just doing my job. Also, I wouldn’t recommend going to space. like, aren’t you scared of the moon?” Peanut replied. “How many times do I have to tell you, the moon isn’t in space!?” Bob yelled. Two of the customers stared at him. “Alright, if you get scared don’t come running back to me,” Peanut said as Bob walked out of the pet store. He went to the space station and got ready to go to space. But suddenly someone stops him. But why?? Its Bobs job to go to space. “Sorry little guy. You can’t go,” a man says. What!? Why?? Its. His. Job. You know what? He is going to sneak on. He looks for a place to get on the ship, and finds an air vent. He uses his claws to undo the screws and sneaks on, just in time too. He finds a helmet and an oxygen tank, but couldn’t use a suit because they were all too big. The tank was a bit heavy, sort of like someone put a few very big rocks in it. but he could manage it. Bob then got on the rocket ship and just as he got on, the door shut with a bang, and he heard someone count down. he rushed to a seat, but they had already taken off. It was so fast; he couldn’t stand up. When it felt like the ship stopped going fast, Bob started floating. He looked around the ship. It had lots of glowing buttons, it sorta looked like a big tin box. Then he looked out at earth. It looked beautiful. He then looked at space. It looked like someone took white glow-in-the-dark paint and flicked it to make little speckles in the black abyss. He looked at the big rock in the sky. Huh. Looks like a massive asteroid. He looked for something to eat, as he was hungry. Dang, no cat food. A few hours later, he found some beef jerky. Then he heard someone yell, “C’mon everyone, it’s time to go to the moon!” Hah. What an idiot, the moon isn’t in space, it’s in the sky! He followed the others, as they looked confused. “Who let a cat on the ship?” someone asked. “I dunno, probably a last-minute choice,” someone else replied. They walked out of the ship, and it felt like a giant rock like he expected. But it was very dusty. Did the other astronauts forget to dust it? Oh well. He saw some rocks and started to play with them. He jumped and he went high. Like extremely high. He thought he was going to fly away, until he slowly descended to the ground. This was incredibly fun, he thought. He had sooooo much fun on the floating rock. Then an astronaut said that they had collected the samples they needed, and it was time to go back. As he left, he saw a glimpse of something shining. It was the sun! wait. . . wasn’t it supposed to knock the moon out of the sky . . ? WAIT- THIS was the moon? ITS HEADING FOR EARTH!!! He dashed to the ship, and waited for the others to get on the ship as well. He rushed to a space shuttle and pressed all the buttons until the shuttle started moving. He spiraled and spiraled (he almost threw up), until he crash landed on earth. Where was he? ”¿Eh? un gato arcoiris??” someone asked, confused. what? Where was he? He ran toward what seemed to be an airport. ”Pasaporte por favor,” he heard someone say in the distance. He dashed for a plane that said Colorado (where he lived) and slipped in before the gate closed. He found himself on the plane and was confused. Where am I? he thought. He then hid in one of the luggage compartments for what seemed like hours, until he heard people getting their stuff. He ran out of the airport, and fortunately he was in his city. He ran to find his house for what felt like hours, until he saw peanut selling some bugs. he finally was back home. He dashed toward his house, then he went in through the cat door, surprising his owner. “Where have you gone??” his owner asked. He (+)
didn’t care. He went to go eat food, which felt like heaven. He hadn’t eaten for sooooo long. He decided that he feared traveling and was never going any place far from his home. Now, where was he going to work? How about. . . . . .a flight attendant?
