Welcome to the Sunday edition of the Street Prophets Coffee Hour, an open thread conveniently located at the intersection of Religion and Politics. I have always had cats. Some were more vocal than others. Pixie seems to be in a category of her own. There is her normal "feed me " meow. There is her "I'm going to be sick" meow. Of course there is her "you were gone forever to the store I counted and what did you bring me?" meow. Her “you need to go back to bed because I’m the Kitty Nurse and I say so” meow. And then there are a couple special meows that need more concentrated attention to translate.
Right after we were forced to move to a new apartment I was busy in the kitchen unpacking dishes. I could see Pixie sitting on top on the couch looking out the window. She was chattering to herself. Suddenly she jumped off the couch and ran to me in the kitchen meowing excitedly, "Mom I just saw a green elephant with orange stripes, I did. I really did." She then raced back to the top of the couch to look for some more elephants. Of course she was laying on one of her pootie pads for over an hour before the elephants appeared.
The other long vocal time came about as I was coming in with the groceries. She came tearing out to meet me and she was one mad kitty. I asked Reid what was the matter with the cat and he said she was mad at him. He was trying to get out of his bedroom and she had stopped in front of his wheelchair and he gave her a little tap on the butt to get her to move. "Mom he tapped my butt! Tell him he can't tap my butt. Only you can tap my butt.". After I got done laughing I explained to Reid who is a dog person that the only ones allowed to touch a cat's butt was the momma cat and the designated human who takes over the mommy duties. Reid still can't get over the fact that she ran and tattled to me.
So how about you? Do you have any conversations with you cat or dog or birdie you would like to share?
Pixie getting into the catnip,
One very high Pixie.