The power of meow!
You can’t beat a good meow, and we three moggies all have different reasons for being chatty.
Here’s how – and why – each of us can always be sure to keep one of our favourite rules: silence is NOT golden…
As the senior puss in the gang I know the value of a good meow.
Although I’m somewhat more of a squeaker, my voice is always put to good use – and that use is normally to get me more food.
I like to start the day with a few meows around about 6.30am to get Mum or Dad out of their pit and onto the important tasks of the day, like making my breakfast.
A squeak or two around 1pm – when I get up off the bed – can normally bag me a bonus lunch; especially if Mum is the only one around. Of course, you have to be a bit careful with lunchtime meows as they can sometimes result in you getting kicked outside – and then it doesn’t matter how much you squeak – no lunch 😦
When Mum cooks dinner, especially chicken or anything fishy, it’s loud meow time. I don’t even care if I’m threatened with going out. This is food I really want!
And, of course, we all like to scream when it’s our own dinner time: just to make sure Mum and Dad don’t forget just how hungry we are…
As Chas and Dave* once sung; ‘rabbit, rabbit; rabbit, rabbit, rabbit…’
Because I’m part Siamese I like nothing more than a good chat. Who wouldn’t like the sound of this sexy voice?
I like to say hello as loud and as often as I can – whatever time of the day or night it is.
When I’m locked outside I will shout until Mum or Dad let me in. I can scream for hours; my record is three hours, 53 minutes and ten seconds, but I was only getting started before Dad let me in!
I will chat to the other moggies, with Mum and Dad, with people who come to the house and sometimes, when I want really good conversation, I’ll have a nice chat with myself.
Do you know why chat is so good? Why, because it’s got cat in it of course!
Mum and Dad say I don’t really meow, but instead that I bleat like a sheep.
But it’s just that I have so much to say that all my meows merge together into one long word; like ‘helloMumandDadI’mhomefeedmenowandgivemeattention’ which comes out as mmmmeeeeaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The louder and longer I shout for the more attention I get. If I want to get picked up – meow. If I want food – meow! If I want strokes or just to let everyone know I’m there – meow, meow, meow!
My favourite trick is to shoot into the house from outside and tell everyone what I’ve been up to while rubbing my chops around the door and attempting to trip people up.
A good morning meow can be accompanied by a head butt to the face of the humans to wake them up in the morning, while a short, sharp meow says ‘go away, I’m sleeping!’
And when I really want to get attention I just stare at Mum and Dad, and shout at them until they pick me up and put me wherever I want to be.
A cat’s got to mew, when a cat’s got to mew…
* For our American fur friends Chas and Dave are a cockney band; while to ‘rabbit’ is rhyming slang for ‘rabbit and pork’ or talk.