The news that April was to be National Pet Month sent us into a furry spin of extra love for our nonhuman buddies. In the first of a series of applause for friends with paws, Liz Buckley offers an appreciation of her cat Meep, by way of a photo diary.
I first met Meep when he was just five weeks old. So he’s not my real son – I’m not able to conceive cats naturally – but in a wonderful coincidence, he does also have my surname. Here he is, with two of his gorgeous siblings, both called NotMeep.
I’m not actually convinced Meep is who he said he is. When I registered him with the vets, I told them the breed he was supposed to be and they weren’t sure, but went with it because Meep is charming. Meep is from Penge so is not to be wholly trusted.
As a young boy, he proved highly intelligent, enjoying watching Tolstoy documentaries on iPlayer.
Meep became interested to see what he looked like for himself, such was other people’s fascination with him, but taking a selfie is hard when you have the paws of a small lynx and this was his best attempt, as well as the funniest thing I have ever seen.
In order to make sure that Meep is never bored as a house cat, I admit it, he has a lot of things. Including, as some of you will have seen, yes, an iPad and a yurt (NB: ‘Yurt’ is still far funnier in this context than teepee, teepee correctors). Meep is not a spoilt cat though. It’s only a first-generation iPad.6813 Views
Department manager at an independent record company. Liker of Frank Sinatra and Nick Cave. Very sudden laugh. Pasty but tasty. Quite tired.