The Chairman is no more, Long live the Kingdom
We must have a terrible dust problem in Ingber, all our eyes (and hearts) have been infected , puffy , swollen almost as if we are digesting a terrible event.
And we are.
Salem the last remaining African great cat has left us. Salem II alias Salem the Black, “The Chairman” is now a painful memory.
Salem arrived with his brother Chandra (the Magnificent) seemingly a looooong time ago, 2001 I think. He was together with Chandra a rescue cat from the factories in Johannesburg. He moved in with us and as the classics say so often, “The rest is history”
He was not as outright demanding as his brother Chandra, not a hunter, not a shadow chase but he was “Designed for comfort” preferring a warm lap or blanket than hunting mice in the fields.
Lately he began to snuggle under the blankets every night …purring away until he got too warm …when he would make a loud and dramatic exit.
Much like Chandra he was extremely vocal, I think it was a few years ago already that he became the Chairman when after him answering to all our calls rather frantically we realised that when we said chairman…he said Meow and so Chairman Meow became his new title
Being well read is a prerequisite to having the name Chairman …Meow !
Chairman had little respect for personal body space …he created his own space and as everybody who has every visited will know…he didn’t really take NO for an answer.
Laps were his domain.
He was particularly fond of getting himself as comfortable as possible as quickly as possible. After business trips away from home it was always a pleasure to get back and be welcomed by the tribe. Of course once comfortable it proved really difficult to move them. (Snacks helped !)
Welcome home after a business trip !
In fact he together with his brother didn’t really like me disappearing downstairs to the basement for too long. Loyal babies both of them.
Back in South Africa we shared our garden with an assortment of creatures…the strangest perhaps was Monty…a mongoose that suddenly appeared on the wall. We (I ) obviously began to feed it eggs every morning and night and so it stayed.
We were concerned about the cats but soon realised they had some sort of “understanding”, cats would sit on the lawn staring up at the wall where Monty would bask in the sun ever alert of the hawks that would circle above.
Of course if I was late with the eggs he would come down looking…
Salem grew up with Kelly, Niki was “almost” a teenager when he arrived but he soon became “her baby”, so sad to think he won’t be sharing this Christmas with us again.