The first cat in space was, naturally, completely freaked out.
Her kittens, however, took to the null gravity environment as if the species naturally belonged there, and had been awaiting the day when their human servants would finally get around to leaving the planet.
This was also my path to riches and fame.
You see, space can be lonely. When humanity reached that tipping point where it was not uncommon for civilians to travel to or even live in space, they immediately sought to bring their companion animals with them. The dogs… well, the dogs weren’t happy. The only ones able to make the transition were the tiny ones who basically get carried around everywhere they go. The stations that provide artificial gravity have canines, but you won’t find a dog living in a low gee environment.
The important thing for any space-cat owner to understand is the relationship between claws and carpet. My break-through invention, the one that got my foot in the door, was a sturdy, repositionable carpet spot that could be attached to any surface, allowing the cat something to grasp. Cats quickly learn to leap gracefully from one to another, and from there go into whatever snuggly cozy place an owner provides.
But those were only the beginning, my foothold (pun intended) in space. My real moneymaker, the one that bought me this posh apartment and the lifestyle that goes with it…
The Gee Whiz. The first and, as yet, only litter box that works in null gee.