THE FUTURIST! presents:
THE 9 WICKED LIVES OF MEOWCHIAVELLI
While attending the CANNES FILM FESTIVAL this week, Meowchiavelli reminisced about his long ago visit to France as a kitten and the cat he met there named Clawed Meownet.
They had such a wonderful time prancing about the alleys and streets, wandering along the waterside, and sampling the tasty cuisine offered to them by the friendly feline loving Parisians.
It was such an innocent time in Meowchiavelli’s life. But …
… then they met Meowrie Antoinette … a very precocious little feline who caught their animal attention and libidos. Soon, the three were like a feline JULES AND JIM trio having a back and forth coupling. However, as is true in these sort of male/female threesomes, one cat loses out … and it was little Meowchiavelli. Oh, little Clawed wanted the friendship to continue … he loved Meowchiavelli so much. But, Meowchiavelli would not forgive the turn of events in the way the mysteries of love can attract one to another.
Eventually there were recriminations, scratching, hissing and nasty urine spraying between the once friends. To this day, the two fire back eCat-mail messages to each other with nastiness like the old friendship between Truffaut and Godard that turned sour.
Such could be an answer to why today the older Meowchiavelli is so bitter, so nasty and overturns neighbors’ garbage cans.
To this day, when Meowchiavelli visits Cannes, he defecates in front of Clawed and Meowrie’s front doorstep.
Oh, that Meowchiavelli. So wicked.