I was just sitting there the other evening, minding my own business glancing out at the snow that blanketed the woods behind the golden Beck mansion. I had set Beethoven on the Record Playing Machine and settled down next to the fire with a brandy, contemplating my place in the universe; I pondered deeply about my silver yacht and other things of importance. It seemed to me unsettling that the paths which show us such about those things to which we all need from it, within the established boundaries, confined the struggles with which those aforementioned 'things' brought forth from our subconscious, some of those same desires that had so often eluded us from the moment of conception--even while the thoughts from it make forth those same truths in which, while we may one day become fully aware of it, will always hold itself mysterious.</calicatfantasy>

And then!!

I realized to my astonishment, that there was not a group on FA for meezer cats like me. That just blew me away. Folks make groups for everything under the sun on FA--ketchup lovers, bellybutton lint collectors, but nothing for the Siamese. I looked and looked and searched FA and couldn't find one. I knew that we meezers were a class of our own and were practically our own divine species. We're smart and great and the pinnacle of all feline creation.

I entered into a state of intense creativity and produced the Ultimate Group. A group with such potential power, such unadulterated energy, that it makes my tail floof just thinking about it. Meezer power can be dangerous if mishandled and I'm glad I had the presence of mind to save it before it fell into the hands of innocent non-meezers.

Be careful with the  Meezers group, my friends. It can be a wondrous thing--but only if handled with extreme care.