'This looks familiar,' thought Oliver, casting his mind back to the time before life on Earth, 'And it looks like a good place for a quick kip.'

He squiggled around on his back in the dry red dust. He warmed his sleepy belly. Mmmm.

It got warmer and warmer on the surface of the red planet.

It even got too warm to wear a fur coat.

Oliver looked around cautiously. Fortunately, there is no-one on Mars to see a naked cat, so he stripped off and stretched out under the baking Martian sun.

It was peaceful, very peaceful.

Too peaceful.

It was lonely. It wasn't Home.

So Ollie pulled up his furry knickers, and journeyed on to find Home.