Sunday, July 22, 2012

Welcome, Chairman Me-ow

We got a cat.  I never thought I'd say that, but it's true.  We made the decision to give away our two labs due to a small backyard and not enough time to give them the attention they need.  But there was still the potential problem of critters in our backyard, mostly the slithery kind. 

Enter Chairman Meow.  As in China's Communist revolutionary, the founding father of the People's Republic of China, Mao. Some say he was a monster, some say he was a genius.  I say he loves a nice bowl of warm milk and a head scratch. 




Uncle Richie dubbed him The Chairman and it stuck. 

We love him.  A lot.  Some more than others.  Some straighten their bodies with excitement and shriek and flail fat fists at the mere sight of him... not naming any names.




Wyatt goes to the window and yells, "Chairman!"  Then they lay on the ground pawing at each other through the glass and wishing for true interaction.  But the first time Wyatt really played with him I didn't immediately wash his hands and poor Wyatt started scratching at his mouth and throat and swelling wherever his hands had touched his face.  A medium sized dose of Benadryl later we relegated playtime with The Chairman to opposite sides of the glass.








4 comments:

  1. I cannot tell you how hard I laughed when I read this. I would have put money on you never getting a cat. This is fantastic. I feel like you could start an entire separate blog about The Chairman's adventures. Fabulous.

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  2. Love the picture of Ella and thinking of Wyatt yelling 'Chairman!' So cute!

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