His Excellency, Chairman Mow, Lord of all the Things

The Dictator

​Chairman Mow (pronounced like Chairman Mao) came into our lives in 2007. A very tiny and sick 12 week old kitten, he was never meant to stay for longer than a few weeks. I'm not sure when the decision was actually made but years later he's still ruling over the house with an iron claw. 
Our first (and most likely only) cat, Mow is a constant exercise in patience and humility. He is very set in his ways and there is very little that can be done to change his mind when he has it set on something. He earned the nickname "The Chairman" because of his tendency to voice his opinions in a very loud and demanding way - his mournful meow can be heard anywhere on the property if he needs his subjects' immediate attention. He is also amazing at devising cruel and unusual punishments when things are not done on his terms - pushing expensive items off tables, stealing and hiding essential things (like keys!) and constantly getting in the way.
Though he can be difficult to live with, he can also be sweet and cuddly, though this only happens when no one is watching and again, only on his terms. Strangers and visitors into his kingdom are met with the cold glare of unbridled hatred that only Mow can deliver. 

Vital Stats

Microchip: 982119104993443
Colour: Black & White with glowing golden eyes
DOB: 13th March 2007

​Height: God-like height and stature
Owned By: No man can own one so great
Lives with: Shell (Sydney)