Does the moon meow?

I had been a lunatic for some time ... living under the influence of the full moon in Hawai'i. It started innocently enough. Just a sense that I had to awaken in the middle of the night, and catching a glimpse of the full moon, Mahina, in the only clear sky I could see through a near window. This happened often. I would walk from my car at night and be compelled to look up just as the moon rose over the ridge behind our home, between clouds parting just long enough for the glorious view. It happened so often that I developed a strong attraction to the energy of the full moon.

Earlier, I had been informed by dolphins that during the full moon, they went to "temple". When I asked what they did there, they said they learned. What did they learn? "Everything!" This concept grew in my mind, so that I became keenly alert to full moons.

During one dark era, as my husband was in the ICU following what turned out to be a fatal stroke, I tried to get a bit of sleep in the visitor's lounge. It had barely drifted to sleep when, through a crack in blinds, Mahina again was in my eye. My moon friend had found me again.

I moved to a small ground floor apartment in town, with hardly any view of the sky. As I was drifting into sleep a few days after moving, I was awakened to an insistent "meow!" Concerned that my cat was upset in this new place, I got up and looked in all the hiding places I could imagine in that small place. No cat. I opened the sliding door and called, no answer. I stepped out to the grass, then saw, peeking through the banana fronds the huge full moon. I greeted her with a chuckle, then went to the bathroom, only​ to find my cat soundly asleep on the bath mat.

I chuckled with the thought, "Does the moon meow?"

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Full moon setting over Mauna Kea, Hawai'i Island. Photo credit, Ceryse Livemore