"I was afraid to talk when I came to live with you, Lynn. It wasn't
until we started playing chase the ball and frog-ona-stick did I
realize this was home furever home."
When Precious came home from the orphanage she never made
a sound. No wailing, no meowing, no caterwauling.
She was silent throughout multiple vet visits to clear up
her dirty ears and her cloudy eye. She never tried to claw or
bite or speak.
We all got used to each other fairly quickly. And once
Precious found she had toys (who wants them now!) and
tents to play hide-n-seek, she seemed to be getting along
just fine.
Except she was silent.
It was probably a year or more, until I finally
realized, if I put my ear on her chest, I could hear purring
going on in there. I was so pleased and surprised!
She had plenty of voice when she had to have
her first annual check-up. But otherwise, nothing.
But now, at 5:15 AM she greets me with loud demanding
meows (if she's awake) to get the lead out and feed her.
And when she uses the litter box, sometimes she sings
so I don't forget to clean up immediately.
"Don't fur-git to tell how much I purr. I always
go all out with the purrs during the morning belly rub,
the 5 PM hair brushing and before I fall fast
asleep on Lynn's legs at 5:30 PM."
I am grateful she sounds like a cat, not silent like a mime.
Precious celebrated her 12th Gotcha Day on January 8.
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