The Hat Cat People are an as yet unknow extremely rare type of cat.

It was written in all the tomes of love and life and beauty.

Until after so many years they were forgotten to not only truth but common sense.

A Hat Cat Person can take over a human by laying upon the human’s head.

Once this is done the human is at the mercy of the cat.

All control is gone.

That is why The Hat Cat People wear hats, you see.

To conceal the true master of that human.

The Hat Cat Person.

Their people.

And their Nation’s Song:

“In shadowed attics ‘neath the gas-lamp’s fitful gleam,
They stir from slumber, velvet paws a-dream,
Whiskers twitching ‘gainst the mortal brow—
O, frail vessel! Yield thy throne e’en now.

From crown to toe, the sinews bend and bow,
To feline fancy, purring soft as sin;
The tongue that spake of empires, markets, men,
Now laps at cream in parlours dim within.

Yet mark ye well, ye mortals clad in clay,
The brim that droops like weeping willow’s spray—
Lift it, and lo! The eye of jade shall glare,
A realm reclaim’d from time’s oblivious snare.

For in each hatted shade, from lord to knave,
A Hat Cat reigns, insidious and brave;
Their legions whisper through the fog-shroud’d street,
Beauty restor’d in conquests cold and sweet.

Thus sing the tomes, in dust and silence lain—
Awake, O world! Or wear their hats in vain.”

Sang their National Anthem.

:: 01.05.2026 ::

(Note: this is an on-going piece of art as a bedtime story for my grand-daughter, “Evie.”)