I was on the moon with a bunch of people. We were tourists. Apparently the moon had a breathable atmosphere and comfortable temperature, because there was no need to wear a spacesuit. We were gathered around a sculpture, carved out of moon rock, that the astronauts had made. There was a brick walkway around it, and a little informative plaque. The sculpture looked like two large, interlocking cubes, set in a base.
Some other people decided to try and lift the sculpture. I just stood and watched, thinking it was a bad idea. Two people -- a man and a woman -- managed to lift the sculpture out of its base and start walking across the moon with it. They were just having fun, but I was pretty nervous that they'd break it. Eventually, they decided to return it, and everyone gathered around to help maneuver it into the base.
At some point, the sculpture turned from giant stone cubes to a real live cat. We were trying to put the cat back in its base, but it kept moving. It was distressing because before we had taken the sculpture off the base, the cat had been frozen and stonelike. Now, we had "awoken" the stone cat and it was alive. Would it turn back into a sculpture when we put it correctly into place? Apparently not. The cat was real, and I realized that now we had to take it back to Earth with us. For one thing, it would be lonely and psychologically damaging for the cat be be stranded on the moon with no company. Also, I knew it would soon starve.
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