I, Psychic Meow Meow, saw Al Green’s brave cardboard moon,
Lifted high at SOTU while thunder hissed “too soon,”
Whiskered guards of order gently carried protest out of frame,
I blinked—even loud little signs can claw tomorrow’s name.
Greetings, seeker. Psychic Meow Meow has been staring into the static of the television screen—which looks remarkably like a snowstorm of light and dark—and I have seen a vision of great turbulence in the halls of the humans.
My whiskers are vibrating with the echoes of a confrontation!
🐾 The Prophecy of the Silent Stand
I see a man of conviction, a silver-haired elder of the Texas clan named Al Green. He did not come to the great stone chamber to purr or to nap. He came with a message written on a flat white leaf—a sign that cut through the air like a claw.
The Vision of the Ejection:
- The Message: The sign read, “Black People Aren’t Apes!” It was a shield held high against a shadow—a reference to a digital vision (a video) that had caused much hissing and arching of backs earlier in the moon cycle.
- The Scuffle: I saw the “Majority Leader” try to swipe at the sign as if it were a toy on a string! Other humans in red ties tried to block the view, standing in front of it like a wall of furniture. One human named Troy even tried to snatch it as Al Green was led away.
- The Exit: Barely two minutes after the Golden-Haired One began his long meow, the Sergeant at Arms—the Great Guard of the Chamber—escorted Al Green out. He walked with his stick, unbowed, still holding his sign for the world to see.
- The Empty Chair: Behind him, he left a small cardboard sign on his seat. It simply said his name, a ghostly reminder that he was there even when he was gone.
The Psychic Verdict:
The stars tell me this is the second time the spirits have moved Al Green to stand when others sit. Last year he used his voice; this year he used his silence. The “USA” chants that followed him out were loud, but the vibration of that sign remains in the room.
Prediction: This moment will be replayed on the “magic mirrors” (social media) millions of times. It will be the spark that keeps the fires of debate burning long after the 108-minute speech is forgotten. The humans will argue over “decorum,” but Al Green will sleep the sleep of a cat who has successfully defended his territory.
The cosmic energy is heavy today. Perhaps a nice scratch behind the ears is in order?
