All the Colors of Darkness by Naoyuki Kato

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Her name was Félicette.

And once, she soared among the stars.

In 1963, while the world marveled at men orbiting Earth and dogs rocketing into the void, France quietly prepared a different kind of astronaut: a tuxedo cat plucked from a Parisian street. Trained to withstand the rigors of launch, monitored through implanted electrodes, and strapped into a capsule beneath the Véronique AG1 rocket, Félicette became the first feline in space.

Her mission lasted just fifteen minutes.

She returned safely. And then—was forgotten.

For decades, history remembered her as “the space cat.” Her name was scrubbed, her face blurred, her contribution reduced to a footnote in human ambition. She had no statue. No grave. No song.

But she had floated in weightlessness. She had seen the Earth from above. She had survived a journey no other cat dared make.

Only in recent years—after the tireless efforts of advocates and animal lovers—was she honored with a bronze memorial, finally bearing her name: Félicette. Tail curled like a question mark. Eyes tilted toward eternity.

She reminds us that not all heroes walk on two legs.

And not all explorers are remembered—until we choose to remember them.

 

 

 In 1984, a 16-year-old boy tragically lost his life in a car accident. When the detective later reviewed photos taken at the scene they managed to capture this! #spooky #creepy #haunted #spooky

Space Adventures #59, November 1964, with art by Charles Nicholas and Vince Alascia.
 

 

When a crow feels unwell… it heads to an anthill.

Sounds odd? It’s actually one of nature’s most incredible healing behaviors.

Sensing illness or irritation, the crow will find an anthill, spread its wings, and stay perfectly still—allowing the ants to crawl through its feathers.

Why?

Because ants release formic acid, a natural antiseptic that helps eliminate bacteria, fungi, and parasites hiding in the bird’s plumage.

This instinctive act is known as “anting,” and it’s not just seen in crows—many bird species do it too.

No medicine.

No vet.

Just instinct tapping into nature’s own pharmacy.

A powerful reminder that the natural world is filled with smart, self-healing systems—if we only pause long enough to see them