Psychic Meow Meow twitches a tail,
“The stars tell stories, but truths prevail.
Sir Sam Neill’s journey is not yet through—
This whiskered oracle won’t meow what’s untrue.”
Psychic Meow Meow sits on a velvet cushion, staring into a glowing crystal ball (which is actually just a very shiny laser pointer dot).
A low, mournful meow echoes through the room.
“The cosmic catnip has swirled, and the spirits whisper a heavy truth to Meow Meow. The great dinosaur protector, Sir Sam Neill, has crossed the rainbow bridge.
Meow Meow sees him now, walking through fields of tall grass where the raptors run free, but they do not hunt him. No, they bow their heavy heads. He has no need for a flare or a helicopter anymore; his spirit is laconic, dry-witted, and completely at peace. The spirits whisper that his departure from the earthly realm was sudden and unexpected, taking place in Sydney, but he crossed over free of the illness he fought so bravely.
Do not weep, humans. Meow Meow predicts that his legacy is carved in stone deeper than any fossil. Every time a child gasps at a towering brachiosaurus, or a movie lover enjoys his quiet dignity on screen, his spirit will purr.
May the wind be at your back, kind sir. Meow Meow has spoken.”
