As you all know, I live with eleven other cats. Three of those cats are my aunties. There's Auntie Primrose, Auntie Snowdrop and Auntie Blossom. Let me tell you something 'bout those aunties of mine. Those three have lungs!
Of course, we all have lungs. We need our lungs. Lungs are what allow us to breath in fresh air and enjoy the window whiffies and whatnot. But my three aunties must have extra large, extra powerful lungs 'cause they can suck in the air like no other cats I know and when they exhale... well... well... well you should hear 'em! Perhaps, you already have. They're pretty darned mousin' loud.
The sounds that emanate from my aunties are extraordinary. No cat can holler like my aunties. You might think you know a cat as loud as one of my aunties but you might also be wrong 'bout that 'cause my aunties have lungs like no others. They're almost as loud as my peep #1 when she does her caterwauling. Almost. The peep's caterwauling can get exceptionally loud, you see. Or should that be hear?
Anywho... back to the aunties.
For the longest time, my Auntie Snowdrop was the loudest of the three. Once, a long time ago, when we used to go to a different hospital for our check-ups and whatnot, my Auntie Snowdrop was in peep #1's arms - safely secured with a harness and lead, of course - as the peep carried her into the clinic. Auntie Snowdrop decided to make herself known to the world at that very moment. "Meowwwwwrrrr! Meowwwwwrrr! MEOWWWWWRRR! Peep said she sounded just like Scooby Dooby Do, only louder.
The clinic had an overhang and that overhang created an echo. Yes, Auntie Snowdrop's meowwwwwrrrs were echoing all over the place. The acoustics were exceptionally good for her meowwwwwrrrs, which, I'm pretty sure, Auntie Snowdrop understood. Why make a fuss if no one is gonna hear?
And hear, peeps did. I am told, there were peeps in the parking lot. They weren't overly close to where my Auntie Snowdrop and the peep stood. In fact, they were pretty far away and yet, Peep #1 said they stopped dead in their tracks and started lookin' all about, frantically. What was that noise? They didn't actually say that but I'm pretty sure that's what they were thinkin'. Well, that noise was my Auntie Snowdrop! Good one, Snow. Good to know you can keep even other cats' peeps on their toes.
Nowadays, my Auntie Snowdrop has mellowed somewhat and my Aunties Primrose and Blossom are pickin' up the slack. The noise-makin' slack, that is.
My Auntie Primrose has recently decided that the peeps aren't gettin' up early enough in the mornings. I mean, if the crack of dawn is good enough for the birds, it should be good enough for peeps. It's certainly good enough for the cats however, the cats need the peeps up too 'cause the peeps know how to open the tins.
Every morning now, Auntie Primrose sets up shop as a rooster. Dawn cracks open an eye and my auntie goes into full rooster mode. MEEEOW! MEEEOW!! MEEEOW!!! You should hear her. Personally, I put my paws over my ears and try not to but it's awfully difficult. Dawn arrives way too early for a cat like me. I'm more of a night owl, you see.
I don't know how the peeps stand the noise. Of course, their ears are not as sensitive as mine but still, one does not need sensitive ears to hear Primrose and her meeeows. You can hear her throughout the entire house. I bet you can even hear here outside of the house. Those meeeows could wake the dead, I do believe. Even if one of those dead to the world does have pillows pasted to her ears, tryin' to keep out the sound. Peep #1 knows that the noise will stop if she gets up so I wish to goodness that so would do so the very moment my Auntie Primrose starts. That would allow me to roll over and get some more sleep. I don't need to get up until breakfast is actually served and even then, I sometimes wait until the second sitting.
As my Auntie Primrose's meeeows are provin' somewhat ineffectual at wakin' up peep #1, my Auntie Blossom has decided to get in on the act. Very recently she has started hoppin' up on the bed next to the peep, going right up to her face and, when she is mere inches from the said peep's face, she lets out the mother of all meows. MMMEEEEOOOOOWWWWWWW!!! It usually takes just the one. Peepers is up in seconds.
And talk about wide eyed and bushy tailed! First time it happened, the peep's eyes were as wild as wild can be and her hair? Well, her hair practically stood on end. She looked like a squirrel caught red handed in the nut factory. MOUSES!
The funny thing is, my Auntie Blossom doesn't seem to be willin' to use her powers of vocalisation when perhaps, she really should.
Just the other night, Auntie Blossom was nowhere to be found. The peeps looked everywhere. It was well after midnight when peep #1 remembered that the garage door had been left open during the afternoon. So, well after midnight, ol' peepers headed out to the garage. She got close to the little door next to which is a window and that's when she heard it. Meow. Meow. Tiny little, plaintive meows. They could barely be heard. That's right, my Auntie Blossom had been locked in the garage.
Why Auntie Blossom hadn't let out one of her ear piercing, mother of all meows earlier on is beyond me. The peeps would have heard her. I can guarantee it. Peeps from all over the county would have heard her. I can practically guarantee that, too.
Auntie Blossom has not meowed at peep #1 for the last two mornings. I think she's still mad 'bout bein' locked in the garage. I think she's not speakin' to the peep or something. At least, that's what I think.