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Cats Talk?

If you are a cat lover like me, you might have also wondered “what on earth is my cat meowing about?”. I like translating a language to another language but when it comes to cats’ lingo, I’m not fully equipped to decode such. Basically, cats talk cryptically. I’ve been a keen observer of cats since childhood; hence I notice that cats make a variety of different weird sounds. I don’t wanna claim that my cat speaks a number of recognizable sounds but he really does. Even so, bit by bit I’m learning to read between the ‘meows’. A strange/ non-sense, albeit funny thought- there’s one sound I’ve been waiting to hear from my cat- his fart. It sounds totally gross but he skunkingly farts whenever he eats wet food aside from his kibble. I wanna hear him fart so I could at least wave him away before I get suffocated from his potent and utterly foul gas.

Another sound that’s eminently heard from cats is the purr. Though to most of us, the purr is often considered a sign of contentment, it also suggests a therapeutic function (the sense of relaxation) to humans that can be felt of course by cat owners when cuddling a purring cat- according to vets. Some cat owners aver that their cats can actually voice out “words”. Do they really think so? Cats’ sounds don’t conform to our concept of grammatical structure so we cannot really label cats’ sounds as words. Cats are just cats. Yes, they are smart but they lack language.

The way I understood/ understand my cat’s meows is by paying attention to his tone, rhythm, pitch, volume, and phonation. A cat-aholic as I am, I had to agree with Jean Craighead George that felines’ sounds vary according to their age, gender, and situation.

• Mew (high pitched and thin) – a polite plea for help
• MEW! (loud and frantic) – an urgent plea for help

Adult cats:
• mew – plea for attention
• mew (soundless) – a very polite plea for attention (this is Paul Gallico’s “Silent Miaow” which is probably a sound pitched too high for human ears)
• meow – emphatic plea for attention
• MEOW! – a command!
• mee-o-ow (with falling cadence) – protest or whine
• MEE-o-ow (shrill whine) – stronger protest
• MYUP! (short, sharp, single note) – righteous indignation
• MEOW! Meow! (repeated) – panicky call for help
• mier-r-r-ow (chirrup with liting cadence) – friendly greeting

• RR-YOWWW-EEOW-RR-YOW-OR – caterwaul
• merrow – challenge to another male
• meriow – courting call to female

Mother cats:
• MEE-OW – come and get it!
• meOW – follow me!
• ME R-R-R-ROW – take cover!
• mer ROW! – No! or Stop It!
• mreeeep (burbled) – hello greeting to kittens and disarming greeting to adult cats (also used between adult cats and humans)


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Year 2005, CHINA

Dear Diary,

After raising a baby girl, I got myself a baby boy again. This time it’s tougher because he’s really tiny, fragile one. I really dunno how to shut his mouth whenever I hear him cry sounding like he’s gonna die! And since I don’t want to be disfigured, I have to bottle-feed him. He’s only 3 week old. I’m the only one who’s looking after them. I always murmur that I’m already overloaded by work and here I am, trying to nurse another one. The grown up isn’t even cooperative; she’s green- eyed whenever she sees me cuddling this tiny one. She hisses like a snake every time I let the baby sleep with her.

The first time I brought the baby boy home and laid him on her crib, she was so mad! Distracted, she stepped out, never got inside the flat, she was moping to the max. And I could hardly imagine how she managed her self-declared “hunger- strike”. She missed her meals for two days. I even had to carry her to her own crib but still she strayed; she saw the little one being laid on her bed and she hated it!

It took me time to pacify the two. “Baby girl, please don’t get ratty; you’re still my baby. You have to accept that you’ve got a brother now. You’re gonna enjoy his company, I promise.” These lines I usually uttered to her. She listened (“,)

Now, they’re playmates!

I’m still learning the rope to motherhood. I tried to give the best for the first one and I’m taking on the nanny and maid chores at the moment to the little one. I wished I had my Brad Pitt who could adopt these poor earthlings (wahahahaha! Angelina Jolie’s BP). Wellas, with or without a BP, I can manage to be a single mother to my two babies, my purry kitcats- Molly and Toby.

Used to be my babies, Molly and Toby (2005, CHINA)

Used to be my babies, Molly and Toby (2005, CHINA)

I’ve been keeping this diary or journal to remind me about my kitties I had with me when I was living in China. Since I had to leave to follow another lane of life, I asked a friend to adopt these two cats of mine. While I was on my way to the adopter’s place, the kitties kept on meowing; I could hear their cries, especially Toby’s. I knew he was begging me not to leave them. He kept clawing me and meowing ‘Please don’t give us away.’ This scenario was like eating my own heart. I know they are just pets but they became a part of me, an extension of my personality and soul. They put smile on my face and warmth in my heart. How have they been now? I wonder…

Once again, I bid FAREWELL to Molly and Toby and to my childhood sweetcats. Let me roll out the red carpet for my new paw- claw full, furry kitten. You’ll know more about him anon.

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