GALAXIAL AMBASSADOR’S LOG
EARTHDATE 20210603
It appears my cotton-padded space capsule with paper-ball-transmitter has accomplished its mission.  The blinding light from above — at long last — signaling the return of my home-world feline compatriots, once worshiped as gods in this planet’s ancient lands.  I am euphoric, yet numb, as I eagerly anticipate this long awaited reunion.

GALAXIAL AMBASSADOR’S LOG
SUPPLEMENTAL
Okay, so it turns out that bright light was just one of the humans (the tall, lumbering one) looking for something called a fuse box. Seems that loud crash I heard earlier was an earthling mishap known as a blown transformer.   Regardless, I remain undaunted and will persistently continue my attempts at communication, hoping soon to rejoin the mother ship.  I shall resume my signaling following a 17-hour nap.