Candycorn and her son, Snowball, had been raised by Kozi, our late stoner cat. He'd give you that look, like "Dude, chill." But he didn't meow. So they didn't. I guess they never figured out how to do it since it wasn't part of our household. Until MewMew joined the family.
She mews to get attention. She has a different meow when she's caught a lizard and wants to show it off to me. Then there's her "pet me" meow. And her feed me meow. And her "Candycorn is after me" meow. And her "you went in the shower and ignored me" meow. Seems she has a different mew for all her different moods.
After a while Candycorn caught on. MewMew yeowls and gets attention, so maybe I can do the same. Now keep in mind, Candycorn is the bitch of the group and is ten-years-old. During all the years I've owned her, I'd never heard her meow once. I just assumed her vocal chords didn't know what to do, so her first attempt was pretty pathetic. It came out very quiet and raspy. It actually surprised me. I went around the house looking for MewMew, wondering if this was a new vocal and what did it mean?
Over the last six months Candycorn's gotten better at meowing. Her cries are louder, still raspy, and definitely more insistent. She now meows for any reason; she wants to be petted, she wants food -- whether it's yours or hers -- she's getting ready to barf, she's heading to the cat box, and she's entering a room, or she just wants you to come find her. It almost seems like she never shuts up now.
It took Snowball a bit longer to pick up on this new phenomenon and his meow fit his personality. He's fluffly and adorable, he curls his front paws up and covers his face when he sleeps, he burrows under the covers and then peaks his head and front paws out -- much like a young child -- and goes to sleep. He's shy, loving, and very skittish. His meow is soft and uncertain, which touches my heart. I always seek him out when I hear his mews just to make sure he's okay. But he still prefers to swish his tail to define his mood. Trust me, it flips and smacks side to side, the rhythm based on whether he's content or pissed.
Over time I've learned to discern between their three voices, much as a mother can discern which of her children is speaking out from the back room. But they still keep me on my toes, because sometimes I can't tell which furry child is trying to tell me something. And you know, looking back on raising my human kids, it was much the same way...so I guess things haven't changed that much over time. Only difference is these kids are cheaper.
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