Today is
National Pet (Chairman Meow) Day!
and local Kitty Dictator Chairman Meow has told us we are celebrating!
So what could be better than sharing a collection of photos of
the Lovable Chairman Meow.
(Especially since that is all he will allow)
(you can read this year’s Christmas Eve Message from Chairman Meow here)
Do you have any pet/s?
What do you like to do to celebrate them?
Are they also making you do this?
Eep! Here he comes! I better get back to petting him on
National Pet Chairman Meow Day!
(yes, he’s renamed it too)
No pets here (apartment rules, alas) but I wish I could have an animal buddy. As a farm boy, I was surrounded by dogs and cats, cows, horses, pigs (eww) and wildlife. Had a pet slider turtle named Charlie Brown when I was 8. Enjoyed the company of a chipmunk named Chirpy as a teen. Had a female cockatiel named Ernie for years and she was such a remarkable creature. I love animals. I’ve even got a poem on my blog I wrote in honor of a deaf beagle named Harley from my farm days years ago I offer my most special regards to the cat, the myth, the legend himself, Chairman Meow! (Please tell me I’ve gained his favor lest I forever live in his kitty wrath…) 😀
ooh can you share the poem? Would like to read it!
And yes you are safe from wrath FOR NOW. and it may change at any time as he is a cat.
Sure. Here’s the link ( https://silentpariah.com/2021/10/27/for-harley/ ) and the poem itself:
“For Harley”
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
I wonder if he ever knew his ears
Had failed him as he nosed the gravel road
Collecting scents of all that passed that way
As afternoon slipped into eventide
And xanthous-tinted rabbit brush held sway
Amid god-beams
Gilded god-beams
His pup days had long passed as elder gray
Frosted his chin and whiskers, and his gait
Had slowed as tired legs had stiffened up
And aching joints reduced him to a mere
Shadow of his bold beagle days of yore
When he was young
When we were young
His eyes—those burnished chestnut orbs that danced
And glimmered in the magic-hour rays
Of summer eves—belied his years and shone
With feisty fiery passion and the ken
Of canny canine stratagems and grim
Intensity
Vehemently
As for his tail, there wasn’t much to say
Other than it epitomized the joy
Of reckless youth, that whip-snapping white-tipped
Apostrophe above his bobbing haunch
Forever oscillating to and fro
It wagged a lot
His ears were shot
I’d stand behind him, holler out his name
And he, oblivious to all, would move
Nary a muscle nor would bat an eye
But go about his business in his world
Of silent summer farm days as the birds
Sang quietly
Spoke thoughtfully
A touch upon his back would do the trick
And he’d glance o’er at me and grin as if
To say, “Oh, there you are! Now where’s my treat?”
And having been trained well by him I’d reach
Into my pocket for a doggo snack
And he would beam
His eyes would gleam
But mostly I recall our evening walks
As day-haze settled, rabbit brush aglow
And Harley, nose to road, would pad along
Intent on scrying hidden critter trails
In search of that elusive siren song
That rabbit scent
And there he went
A brown and white torpedo like a blur
Of milk and cookies, ears jet-streamed behind
His head, and beagle-baying, “Here I go!”
And through the sage and cheat grass he would fly
His white-tipped tail zig-zagging through the maze
Of summer days
Our summer days
And I would stand and watch this ritual
This vital, sacred rite that kindled life
And filled souls overflowing as my friend
Chased rabbits in the fading of the day
Braying echoing ‘cross halcyon fields
Amid god-beams
Gilded god-beams
Mine demand daily parades in their honor. And that I tithe 10% of everything I eat. And that I buy them every issue of Play Kitty magazine so they can gaze upon the centerfold, Chairman Meow. 😸
oh my! Chairman Meow knew his centrefolds would be a hit! It helps that he made it illegal to say otherwise as well. I hope yours are enjoying the latest issue of Play Kitty! 😀
We live in an apartment complex that allows pets and we have a cat (tortie). We adopted her (Callie) 2 years ago after our 19 yr old cat died. I’ve had cats most of my life and love them. I love dogs too but it’s easier to take care of a cat while living in an apartment, IMO. With that said, many of our neighbors own dogs.
def easier to have a cat in an apartment than a dog. plus no need to go up and down the stairs to bring a cat to the bathroom! 🙂 Hi Callie!
Yes, especially since we live on the 2nd floor. 😺
Chairman Meow looks so aloof and beautiful… and funny. There’s nothing wrong with fashion frugality. He wears it well. Murph will get around 30 kisses (a few more than normal) and a few more cuddles today. I will remind Gypsy how cute her nose and big o’ butt are.
Oh yes, aloof is a very accurate word for him. He plays the dictator Chairman role very well. Sending a great day to Murph and Gypsy!
That’s the impression I received : ) I will tell them
I’m not a big fan of cats but I love Garfield. My notebooks in high school were all Garfield covered. 🥰🥰🥰