I get home from work and I'm wondering where Mr. Meowsworth is because he didn't greet me at the door like he usually does. About a half an hour later, he shows up and I pick him up and cradle him like a big fuzzy baby. I notice his belly is all green and he smells like freshly cut grass. There are about 3 lawns in all of Hermosa so I'm wondering where he was all day. His paws are filthy and he has a guilty look on his face. I grab his GPS and download the information.
Mr. Meowsworth wasn't always Mr. Meowsworth, he was Mickey. He tells his story in his words on his MySpace
page. After I renamed him to Mr. Meowsworth (AKA Meow, Meowmeow, Kitty-reow, Professor Chow Chow, Mitta Meow, Big Boy, Chairman Meow), he was pretty much my cat. That was 4 years ago and I've moved three times since then. The surprising thing to me is that Meow still knows how to get back the Bard Street 4 years later. He loves eating tomatoes and a lady used to have a little garden two houses down. My bet is that he's stealing tomatoes and hiding them for the winter.
His green belly came from laying in the grass at Clark Stadium. His GPS shows him running around in the field. I also used to catch him and his other kitty friends having meetings there. By meetings, I mean about 6 cats would sit around in a circle staring at each other. I guess that's what you need for a quorum in kitty politics or kolitics.
I broke down and ordered a digital camera that I can strap to his neck that will take digital pictures every 30 seconds. Apparently, the owner of Mr. Lee
has the same kitty curiosity. The camera arrives next week. More to come on the Chronicles of Meowarnia...
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