Your True Tales
June 2004 – Page 22

More Talking Cats
by Angel

In reference to the story of "The Talking Cat," I've experienced talking cats repeatedly. Actually, I live with two of them, but the first encounter was in Alabama when I was 14. We were visiting my father and his new soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend when I was awakened by an eerie voice calling out, "But I love you!" outside on the patio, near the smoker. I heard this voice call out several times and woke up my sister, Honey. Together, both scared out of our wits, we went to see who or what was crying out "But I love you!" on the patio. When we eased the curtain open a crack, and there stood a small cat at the door. Our father, awakened by the same cry, came to find out if we were ok, and shoo'ed the cat off as if it were nothing to have a talking cat on one's patio at midnight. The cat didn't return that night. It turned out that it belonged to the neighbor.

Since that incident, I've grown older and now have a child and two cats of my own. Both cats, when it suits them, talk. Admittedly, they have a limited vocabulary. Or perhaps they simply don't wish to spend the effort conversing. I've heard them call "Rose!" (my daughter) or "Grandma!" (for my mother) and "Momma!" for me. They also demand "treat!" in the evenings. It was a bit disconcerting at first to have the cats talk, but we soon got use to it. MY mother wasn't phased by the cats talking to her. She swears the shop owner that ran the local store when she was a little girl had a cat that would reply to such questions as, "Would you like something to eat?" It would say "Yes!" "What would you like?" "Meat!" "Milk?" "No! Meat!" The shop owner would then give it a slice of meat from the deli.

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