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Kevin Wikse meets the King of Cats at a predawn Meow-Wow, where the mysterious Parliament of Cats meets. * This article is written with the aid of my 13-year-old goddaughter, who would like to be known only as "Mysterious A." She brought this phenomenon to my attention after reading about it in a book about Old European folklore. When I told her I had personally witnessed a Cat Council, what I call a Meow-wow or Kočičí sněm from folklore, she demanded we write a blog about it together. There are some things in this world that are strange because they are rare. Others are strange because we have seen them a thousand times and never really stopped to consider what the hell we were looking at. Cats belong firmly in the second category. We invite them into our houses. We give them names. We buy them ridiculous little beds that they refuse to sleep in because the cardboard box the bed arrived in is apparently superior. They occupy our couches, patrol our windows, disappear into th...