Science fiction appeals to creatures of all kinds. Daisy, an American Bobtail mixed breed cat, watches the opening of season three of The Expanse, based on the novels by James S. A. Corey about a future where few have the privilege to still live on Earth, and where most of the population mines for water in an orbiting dust belt. Daisy is one of the smartest cats I’ve ever had the pleasure to live with, so if she likes something, you should pay attention.
I adopted Daisy from the local animal shelter when she was still nursing kittens. She was a teen mother. When not stalking birds and other unsuspecting prey, she follows me around the house indoors and out, jumping into the middle of whatever I’m doing and tilting her head quizzically as if to say, “Whatcha doing, Hooman?” She’s the only cat I know who can purr and growl simultaneously. She can be a bit of a bitch, which only intensifies her allure. She occasionally watches TV but has discerning tastes. It seems to run in the family, because her son, Merlin, who was adopted by a friend, also tries to catch the pictures. Cats were one of the few creatures H.P. Lovecraft loved, and he portrayed them as the walkers between worlds.