The Meow Meow Polka

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dogs have owners, cats have staff.

Submitted: July 06, 2020

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I think we all agree that polka is the highest form of music, and the accordion is the greatest musical instrument ever invented.  Like most Americans, last night I was listening to the Polish Polka Power Hour on WPLK-FM, 89.7 on your dial, out of East Northampton, Massachusetts.
 
I finished folding laundry, put some towels in the closet, and sat down at the computer. Began a game of Spider Solitaire on the AARP website.  The radio was playing one of my all time favorites, The Meow Meow Polka, by Stanislav Kowalski.
 
“Tomcat crying underneath a tree, meow meow meow meow
Looking for a girl to make a family, meow meow meow meow”
 
I was angry, as I’d been dealt four kings in a row.  So unfair.  I was barely listening to the radio but in the back of my mind, I thought, “I don’t remember there being an actual cat meowing in the song.”  I was giving my undivided attention to the game.
 
After a few more frustrating minutes, I decided I couldn’t win and gave up.  To get revenge on the computer, I slammed the mouse onto its pad and it bounced to the floor.  By then, another fave was on the radio, If There Is No Beer, by the Princes of Polka.
 
“If there is no beer, I won’t be here
Not even close, I won’t be near
Let me make it perfectly clear
I won’t be here without a beer”
 
Thing is, I could still hear meowing.  I knew there was no cat in If There Is No Beer.  Then I realized, the meowing wasn’t on the radio, it was coming from the closet where I’d deposited the aforementioned towels.
 
I opened the door.  Sure enough, Mr. Zipper bolted out, at approximately Mach One.  Dadgum cat.  Always causing trouble.
 
Which leads to a larger question.  Why do people even bother with cats?  They don’t appreciate anything you do, and they will literally bite the hand that feeds them.
 
Anyways, I’ve asked Mr. Zipper this question every day since I adopted him:  “Are you a silly boy?  Well, are you?”
 
I’ve yet to get a straight answer.


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