Monday, August 2, 2010

Meow Meow, and AV


Meow Meow - (2009-) Is my current companion, he only demands food and petting. He doesn't use a credit card, I don't have a telephone, and he walks beside me like a dog when I go to the bar; even then I never have to buy his beer. But he does have a thing about my bed, sorry "our" bed! Oh, why did I call him Meow Meow? Well, I picked him up in the bar, he fitted in one hand and asked him what he was called. He let out two pitiful meows and that was it - Meow Meow!
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I was on the computer sending messages to AV when Meow Meow passed.
Meow Meow was poisoned when he was last out catting around.
AV is a great friend of mine and so was Meow Meow.
I loved his antics, and his attitude.
He was a furry person and he was awesome.
here are some of AV's comments with Meow Meow in pictures:
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Meet Meow Meow, for those of you who do not know Meow Meow from Nether Region, this is his inaugural appearance here.

Hard night rutting, must have picked up a stray flea!
Cats do these things you know.


What are you looking at?
Don't get any ideas about having a nap, it's my bed!


I love my bed
It's so cosy
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Sitting on the bed and I decided to move the chair. At the same time Meow Meow had decided to jump on that chair. Both actions started at the same moment, there was no going back....
Result: One white cat poised in the air with a WTF "?" above his head.
Milliseconds later he was sprawled on the floor looking at me...
The look on that little feline face was priceless, before he stalked out ijn a huff into the lounge and looked up at the sofa, then at me. I could just imagine what was going on in his furry little mind, "You gonna fuck with this too?"
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Last night, well yesterday actually, Meow Meow expended one of his nine lives.
I arrived home about midday from work and Meow Meow was nowhere to be seen, gone! Now that's not unusual, he's a big boy now. He learned to jump the wall and he spends a lot of time exploring the world, sowing wild oats, checking on the regulars at the bar, tormenting the local dogs and wowing the kids in the park with his brilliant white majestarial presence....
So, I checked his nom noms, and settled down to blog a bit, as I am want to do. Checked Blogger Coffee Shop, answered comments on posts, you know, bloggy stuff.
Having blogged, I needed a nap, an afternoon siesta. This is a wonderful habit I learned in Bolivia, the siesta. Now, normally as soon as I decide to have one of these short escapes from the rest of the planet there is a soft plonk, and a small furry face appears in mine inquiring about the possibility of being petted. (Cat owners will understand this) Hmmm, no majestic presence. Okay, I napped fully expecting him to be there snuggled up at my feet when I woke... He wasn't.
Worry sets in. This absence is most unMeow Meowlike. I inquire at the bar, nope, nobody has seen Meow Meow. One of the neighbours who has a dog I don't trust has the animal in the park while they have a party there. I immediately put thought to my previous fears and suspicions about said dog.
I check with the kids in the park. Nope, no sign of Meow Meow. One of my neighbours thinks she has seen Meow Meow down the street. So, off down the street I go, nope, wasn't Meow Meow, it was another moggy. Back to the bar after a quick fruitless circuit of the park.
Resume beer drinking activities, as I am want to do.
One of the kids comes racing into the bar. "There's a cat in the drain! We can hear it." The drain referred to is a gutter-like stormwater drain at the side of the street just beside the bar. I "meow" and am rewarded with a plaintiff "meow" in return. Meow Meow has got himself, God knows how, trapped in the drain.
Crowd gathers, several of the strappier-type locals try to lift the grille, it is rusted fast.
A crowd gathers, a pick appears and we try to prise the grille open. But is refuses to budge with the pickhandle at breaking point. Finally a mallet appears, one of the bars of the grille is punched out. Meow Meow eventually appears again having hidden deeper in the drain from the hammering. I can't reach him sufficient to grab him. My neighbour tries and pulls a scruffy wet bedraggled Meow Meow from the recently punched hole in the grating.
He is filthy, caked with mud, but I just hug him. The crowd goes wild, cheering, clapping and begins to disperse. My neighbour and I wash his feet, tail and belly, then I take my errant feline home and dry him off.
He's not interested in nom noms, just wants to have a good lick.
I resume my beer drinking activities and go home. There is Meow Meow sitting in his place on top of the wall having a good wash.
I go to bed. At 5am, "meow, meow" Translates as "Is it breakfast time yet?" He jumps on the bed, crawls up beside me as he does and nuzzles my hand for a pet. He's pretty clean now, still has to work on the tail a bit. He shuts his eyes and gives me his big cat-grin, his throat rumbling like I have never heard it before.
Couldn't sleep, have to blog.....
Meow Meow has 8 lives left........


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Today I got conned by a cat, yes, Meow Meow got one over me.
I arrived home from the supermarket, out of the Kombi with laden bags. Bought far more than I anticipated, which one is apt to do at the supermarket; and thusly laden I was greeted with plaintiff meows from next door. Recognising immediately this was my Meow Meow, I remembered similarly plaintiff meows coming from the storm water drain last Saturday (read: 8 Lives to Go...).
There he was, behind the neighbour's gate calling for help. Rushed to put bags down, and tried to call him to a part of the fence that I knew he could jump. Nothing, I called, and called, still nothing. I checked and he had disappeared.
"Oh bugger you!" I thought, "I'm busting for a pee!" and went into my place.
Lo and behold...
There, sitting on the door step waiting was Meow Meow. Looking at me as though to say "And what took you so long?"
He had apparently shot round to the back of the house, up on the fence, onto the roof, jumped down to our roof, on to the fence and down to the door step to greet me.
Got one over good and proper! And would he move so I could get into the house? Don't be silly, I had to step over him!
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this is a picture when Meow Meow discovered ice:

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these are pictures of Meow Meow and his friend Nom Nom playing:


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Meow Meow wasn't your typical cat. he was made of greater things, dogs feared him.
he was a joy to read about and a pleasure to know.
he will be sorely missed.
the word was a better place with him in it and a little dimmer without.
wherever he is, he is out of pain.
my thoughts are with him and AV tonight.

9 comments:

Beth said...

He was a furry person.
Lovely post...sigh.

Tempo said...

:-(

Adorabibble said...

yes he was.

Argentum Vulgaris said...

OMG, that was beautiful. I hadn't realised that I had written so much about my little furry person. Thanks Adora, I gotta go get a coffee if I don't trip through my visão turvo (blurred vission). That was a lot of work and I love it.

AV

Adorabibble said...

AV- there was more that I could of used.
I spent some time going through back posts, I felt that Meow Meow and you are worth it. it is what friends do.
he was part of your everyday life.
he is important, for the joy he brought you and the joy you gave back.
Hang in there friend.

Argentum Vulgaris said...

I know there was more, but you would have been writing until Oct. It was still lovely, the fact that some stuff wasn't there didn't detract from that one iota. Yes, friends do this sort of thing, I have done it myself. I do generally try to portray myself as a happy joyous person, albeit morose (Marvin on Monday) at times. But we all have cracks, a bit like the Gulf disaster, that's not over yet; and likewise our own frailties often show through.

AV

Adorabibble said...

frailties.
could go on about the subject in detail. forgive me my mood has turned. I am off to paint. love all of you!

Argentum Vulgaris said...

Painting is good therapy... I used to.

My monitor gave up the ghost this morning, I am suffering on an old spare I had, didn't even clean the cobwebs off it.

AV

Adorabibble said...

I did other stuff that sorely needed doing.
painting still needs to be done,
*sigh*
sorry about the monitor.