MEOW

Oscar, that slink of a chic feline brother is one heavy cat. Each graceful step he takes, the soft tips of his ample mane-hairs ripple and sway like a hot grassy field in Ankara on a stiff summer breeze in a really nice sort of way if you like that kind of imagery, and he does: those are the same golden digs of his kitten-hood. When this swanky big boy runs, he’s not inclined to stop. A solitary fellow, he plays it cool, though sometimes in the shade of the evening, a lonely cat seems to peer out from those come-hither eyes. Oscar once fell asleep next to a shipping container and ended up in Χίος, Greece, where he became active in a colorful underworld dealing in
rare avian specimens and promoting free jazz at shifty venues. Under an International Red Alert for Vicious Predator accused of heavy birding, Oscar fled his home ottoman, got himself a lovely gentleman collar, and made his way to Germany.

Now based in Berlin, he’s more into the aggressive furr-improvising “groom metal” scene and has never looked back. He detests programmatic music and cat puns. He cat stand it. MEOW, he protests. MEOW MEOOWWW, desist already!!

mrrrrraAAAAAAEEEOOUUU!! The caterwauls echo from Windsor Terrace to Trondheim.