The Chairman's Voice

Chairman Meow’s Little Red Book

He, Super Mike, is away; oh the bombastic notion of being super, albeit tongue in cheek; and to add insult; leaving one’s blog open, thank heavens. But oh the humiliation I feel, for me to read and to learn of my gastrointestinal distress in print.


Yes, on Monday I did have a minor upset stomach caused by my ingesting copious amounts of my own fur. What else was I to do but hack it on the floor? Does he think that this was a pleasant experience for me? Well it wasn’t. I suppose I could have gacked on the wood flooring, but it would have blended in and been difficult to see.

Plus, you can just imagine the abuse he’d heap upon me if I should let my lustrous black and white suit get tatty.

I lost my breakfast too boot and had to wait a full eight hours before my moist supper arrived. Why I thought that I’d perish and all the while he was sitting and tippety, tapping on that box thing AND making light of my infirmity. Oh boy, there are things that I could and should tell you about…him.



First my name, it is Chairman Meow Tse Tung or Fez, that’s it, one formal and one informal name, but he uses these only about fifty percent of the time and often calls me by other monikers when we’re alone together and rarely when others can witness the insult.

He sometimes refers to me as Nebuchadnezzar or Little Nebby. Let me be clear, I am only like Nebuchadnezzar with respect to my wisdom and Little Nebby is just plain foolish.

I'm called Baby too. I am not and never was a baby; I was a kitten of the cutest kind and have grown into a full grown tom who knows how to cherish his pride.

He is good to me. My litter box is cleaned daily, I get two helpings of wet food and clean water and kibble are always waiting for me on the floor.

He is sometimes loud and when home alone only with me will sing at the top of his lungs.


Or talk to himself.

Or laugh uncontrollably at seemingly nothing.


Still, he allows me to puddle up on the bed with him and purr to my heart’s content.

And when the monsters come to the house, I can manage to open the closet doors and find a dark quiet place to hide.


I do not however appreciate him making light of my gentle constitution.