Every night when the moon was full, the air seemed different. It was fall again and the sounds of the forest seemed to be more than crickets and distant hoots of owls. It was not a quiet place when the moon was full.

We waited each fall for this time. It was important to our group. When the full moon came and the air was crisp, we listened. As we moved sleathly in the night, we knew what would be coming. We knew that soon we could be answering a call. It was an eerie sound to those who did not know it, but not too unusual.

We spent out lives blending in and keeping the order of our natures secret. We did all as we were expected, but on this kind of night, at this time of year, our focus was listening for the call. 

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The brush crushed under the weight of the transport , as it placed itself directly in the line of trees, just hidden from the clearing and silent; no one except those who might know,would see it.

The sound began to emit at a high frequency.We were being summoned. Dutifully we left our warm environs and spent a few minutes acclamating ourselves to the change which the sound cued up.

Out the doors and windows we sprang, all heading toward the beacon of sound. For some it was the very first time and while they had changed, they still seemed to reflect their human ways, not their real ways, the ways of the ancients.

 Soon those of us called would reach the craft, receive their latest instructions and be rewarded. The great Bastet, the wise one, the protectoress, the one who brought our merriment, would again bless us with knowledge, insight, and a gift. 

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The craft was familiar for many, as they glided to it, over the fields and forest terrain, they felt more and more themselves.

Sacred as they once were, their form was now meant to blend in with the humans in an effort to do even more to fulfill the wishes of Bastet.

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Presenting themselves at the opening of the craft, thousands of them by now, silent, except for gentle purring, they awaited their treat for their return:

Nepeta cataria!

 Cat nip.

  Egyptian Goddess Bastet 

 Gayer-Anderson Cat; Made out of bronze, from the Late Period about 664-332 BC. It is a representation of the cat-goddess Bastet. The cat wears jewellery and a protective wedjat amulet. A winged scarab appears on the chest and head. This sculpture is now known as the Gayer-Anderson cat, after its donor to The British Museum. Photo by Einsamer Schutze, located in the Britsih Museum - Wikipedia. 

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