FLAKEY

Flakey wasn’t your average ginger tabby; he was the self-appointed Guardian of the Orion Nebula. Perched atop a high-density nebula cloud that felt suspiciously like a giant marshmallow, he scanned the star-lanes for trouble.
Suddenly, a fleet of Vacuum-Bots—the natural enemy of all shedding creatures—emerged from a wormhole near Saturn. Flakey didn't blink. He adjusted his cosmic harness, leveled his Phun-Ray 9000, and let out a chirp that echoed through the vacuum (don't ask how; he’s a space cat).
With a flick of his tail, he fired. Instead of destruction, the gun emitted concentrated catnip pulses. The Vacuum-Bots, overwhelmed by the fragrant static, began spinning in happy, erratic circles until their circuits jammed from pure bliss.
Crisis averted, Flakey yawned, tucked his blaster under a paw, and drifted deeper into the cosmos. Being a hero was exhausting, and there was a sun-pulsar nearby just begging for a nap.

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