Fortunately, Falkor managed to escape the destruction of the planet - with luck! He floated freely through space, swimming effortlessly through the aether, until...
he encountered a glass sphere inside which lived philosopher-coackroaches whom, when he landed near them, were discussing the philosophical and ethical ramifications of the age old question "what's that weird smell?". Falkor ever a good chap decided to join them in the debate, unfortunetly...
Cats land on their feet. Toast lands jellyside down. A cat glued to some jelly toast will hover in quantum indecision. I will be gone from September 17th to the 19th.