There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. ~Albert Schwitzer
A few weeks ago, while taking Kyle to his piano lessons I realized there must be something about us together in a car, alone, with our imaginations that makes these stories. Our minds go out of control. I mean sometimes really silly out of control. This time the topic was cats. What got us on the subject of cats? I have no idea, probably Kyle asking how Storm was doing. Regardless, the stage was set and we were armed with humor, wit, and imagination. At this point, no one can tell where the conversation was going to turn, especially us, but we always know it’s going somewhere.
We started talking about Storm and the next thing you know Storm was visiting my sister’s cat Toshi (I call him Lester) in the Washington DC Metro Area. Keep in mind this is a completely fictitious story that we started to make up. Why? No clue, just to simply humor ourselves I guess. As the story started to take shape, I said imagine that conversation, “Storm would say meow, like a kitten and Lester would respond back with a loud ear piercing MEOW!” We both started laughing.
You see, Lester has this really loud and annoying meow that doesn’t end. I can understand the cat meowing when I’m visiting Nicole, being in his domain and all, but he does it while I’m on the phone with my sister. Let’s not forget when I’m talking to Nicole on Skype and I swear I hear the cat when I email and text message my sister. One time when I was staying at Nicole’s, the cat sat outside my closed door to the spare bedroom and meowed all night. Lester just sat in the hallway and projected his really loud and drawn out meow towards me. I’ve had cats all my life and I’ve never experienced anything like Lester before. Finally, I told Nicole to take the cat in her bedroom, which she did only to find out it didn’t help. The cat kept meowing just as loud, if not louder from Nicole’s room. It sounded like Lester was meowing directly into an intercom, which hung over my head. Again, I can understand this, because I was occupying his space, but he does it all the time! Whether you’re in the living-room, bathroom or kitchen, there is no escaping Lester’s alarm system. Due to this annoying and slightly entertaining behavior, he has been the subject of many conversations in our household, over the years. Can’t imagine why? (sarcasm)
There’s such a difference between Lester and Storm. Mine meows only when she wants something. Lester, lives to meow. I swear that cat has meow “CATivated” paws, he meows with every step. Either that or he has meow turrets. (No disrespect to those suffering with turrets.)
I know what you’re thinking, it’s me. Nope, Lester acts like that for everyone, not just me. Mom, dad and espeicaiily Kyle has lived through the Lester siren. Nicole said, during this past “Aunt Nikki and Kyle’s week of fun” Lester walked on top of Kyle while he slept and kept meowing. I told Kyle he was probably saying “What is this large lump in my bed?” To this day we still laugh over that one.
When I first got Storm, Kyle said we should take her down to meet Lester. My sister chimed in saying, “He would think his time was up, he was being replaced.” Well, this current conversation started with those words in mind and created another, little darker scenario.
Back to me and Kyle in the car. I said, “Ya Kyle, the conversation between Lester and Storm would go something like this…
Storm: meow, meow (Hi my name is Storm, I’m the traveling kitty)
Lester: MEOW, MEEEOOOWW, MEEEOOOOWWW (I’m done, I’m being replaced!)
Storm: meow, meow (Where’s your litterbox?)
Lester: MMMMEEEOOW, MMEEOOWW (My time is up, this is just the beginning they have a replacement!)
Storm: meow, meow, meow (Do you have any kitty treats?)
Lester: MMMMEEEEOOOOOWWW, MMMMMMEEEEOOOOWWWW, (I’m going to starve to death!)”
Needless to say, we were cracking up. Sometime in the middle of this conversation, it took a downward spiral. Kyle said, “Remember what Aunt Nikki said, if we brought Storm down to her house, Toshi would just die?” I busted out laughing. My sister did say that! I took it one step further and said, “Ya then Storm would have to do CPR on Lester. She would have to rub her paws together to create a spark, then say ‘Meow’ which means clear and shock the cat back to life.” We were dying! I said, “All Storm would need to do it lay her paws on Lester’s chest and bring out her claws.” Kyle following the story said, “Ya then Toshi would scream back to life MMMEEEEOOOOWWW.”
Ok, pretty stupid story but just picturing Storm leaning over Lester and administering CPR was too much for us to pass up.
Then two weekends ago when Nicole was home, dad asked her how her cat was doing. He said, “Nik how’s your cat, is it dead yet?” Nicole said, “No, he’s good but the other day when I came home, he scared me. He wasn’t there to greet me at the door, like he always does. I thought I was going to have to look around for a dead cat.” Kyle and I lost it! We are still rehashing that conversation.
Sometimes it’s animals that make life fun and exciting, even if they are stemmed from our imaginations. Thanks Lester for the laughs!
*In the making of this blog, no cat was harmed.
**Since Lester has been ill, Nicole told me to be sensitive to his feelings and not call him Lester.
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