FIRST CONTACT, LIGHTLY SALTED
PistachioAlien Cat
He crossed the void and chose the quiet end of Earth's counter.
Counter Etiquette
He waits in his shell until the salt settles, quietly observing breakfast.
Local House Rules
Earth customs remain unclear, so Pistachio Alien Cat has adopted a smaller code for surviving kitchens, landings, and awkward introductions.
Keep the landing shell nearby
It is transport, shelter, camouflage, and acceptable formal eveningwear.
Approach every salt grain slowly
One grain means welcome; two grains require a private discussion.
Blink before attempting first contact
A measured silence has prevented several avoidable diplomatic incidents.
Sit where the snacks are
Witnesses relax when their mysterious visitor appears responsibly occupied.
Leave before the toast speaks
Breakfast grows loud, and questions always arrive beside the crumbs.
Nobody knows why. He seems fine.