For once, the cat had nothing to investigate.

No mysterious cardigans.

No unanswered questions.

No rumors from behind the mall.

Tonight, there was only the sky.

The Perseids returned, streaking across the August darkness, and the cat sat quietly beneath them - watching, waiting, and possibly making wishes she refuses to discuss.

We asked what she wished for.
She looked at us.

Some questions don't need an investigation.

So tonight, find somewhere dark, stay outside a little longer, and remember to look up.

Some of the best August stories are written in the sky.