Before we got our kitten (2 years old) our older cat (8 years old) only had a handful of very similar meows. Sure, there would be tone so you could kinda guess what he wanted, but they were all variations of the same. The new kitten comes in, and she’s a chatter box. She makes so many different sounds, you can always tell what mood she’s in, what she’s doing, and what she wants. It’s lovely.
The problem with this is that she’s started teaching the older cat new sounds, so on top of his normal sounds he’ll occasionally make one that I’ve never heard him make before. And it’s absolutely disorienting. He’ll make a noise and look at me expectantly, and I will have absolutely no idea what he wants. He’s always good to show me what he wants, but man must he think I’m an idiot now.
Only one of my cats is a chatterbox, but I have no idea what any of his meows mean. He looks somewhere, screams, looks somewhere else, screams again, looks at me, screams. He doesn’t even differentiate at all, because he uses all of his different meows for the same things. I think he just likes to talk, because he’s been like that since he was a kitten.
He just got done yelling at me that his food dispenser was empty. It was. I don’t know how he knew, his bowl was full, but he knew. Screaming MOW MOW MOW MOW MOW until i replenished the supply. little turd
Heh, what can I say. I’m the same. I yell when my plate’s too full and I yell when it’s too empty. But when I’m happy I want to run and jump and hug my friends. And then I get sleepy.
Sometimes my grown ass cat would made this really pathetic kitten squeak and I would pick him up like a baby and kiss him. He did it when he wanted attention and cuddles. I think cats are like kids, where you end up with these extremely specific “games” that everyone knows the rules to, but nobody would be able to write them down lol
I mean it sounds a little like something in an obsessive compulsive direction. And our Poor Goober is on Prozac and yells at us if we miss his bedtime (because one of us are his bed)…
Before we got our kitten (2 years old) our older cat (8 years old) only had a handful of very similar meows. Sure, there would be tone so you could kinda guess what he wanted, but they were all variations of the same. The new kitten comes in, and she’s a chatter box. She makes so many different sounds, you can always tell what mood she’s in, what she’s doing, and what she wants. It’s lovely.
The problem with this is that she’s started teaching the older cat new sounds, so on top of his normal sounds he’ll occasionally make one that I’ve never heard him make before. And it’s absolutely disorienting. He’ll make a noise and look at me expectantly, and I will have absolutely no idea what he wants. He’s always good to show me what he wants, but man must he think I’m an idiot now.
Only one of my cats is a chatterbox, but I have no idea what any of his meows mean. He looks somewhere, screams, looks somewhere else, screams again, looks at me, screams. He doesn’t even differentiate at all, because he uses all of his different meows for the same things. I think he just likes to talk, because he’s been like that since he was a kitten.
Talk back to him, maybe he just wants a conversation 🥰
Can confirm. My orange loves conversation. Just make up what he says in your imagination and go from there :3
They see that for us humans communicating is a big deal, and they want to be a part of it in our lives ❤️
He just got done yelling at me that his food dispenser was empty. It was. I don’t know how he knew, his bowl was full, but he knew. Screaming MOW MOW MOW MOW MOW until i replenished the supply. little turd
Heh, what can I say. I’m the same. I yell when my plate’s too full and I yell when it’s too empty. But when I’m happy I want to run and jump and hug my friends. And then I get sleepy.
Man! I would be great as a cat…
Yeah, but you train well.
Sometimes my grown ass cat would made this really pathetic kitten squeak and I would pick him up like a baby and kiss him. He did it when he wanted attention and cuddles. I think cats are like kids, where you end up with these extremely specific “games” that everyone knows the rules to, but nobody would be able to write them down lol
I mean it sounds a little like something in an obsessive compulsive direction. And our Poor Goober is on Prozac and yells at us if we miss his bedtime (because one of us are his bed)…
I saaid “mraow,” what part of that do you not understand, hooman?!?