There’s a YouTube clip making the rounds, of two cats talking, that’s hilarious:
Even funnier is the version someone else did, with a “translation” dubbed in – very well done:
So this morning I was playing the two versions, and Sally became entranced by the original – who are those cats? I can see and hear them – why can’t I smell them or touch them?
Our Tripper kitty just did much the same thing, but I stopped him before he could scratch the flatscreen.
That’s so funny. Its odd though, I remember reading an article saying that cats rarely meow at each other, its a sound they tend to reserve mainly for humans.
Though, I suppose those sounds are not really typical meows, so maybe that’s correct…
Behaviorists call it trilling. It’s done as much to acknowledge the human as the other kitteh, maybe more so the human.
Cookie went crazy looking for the other cats too when I played it. Brrrpt? Brrrt brr? Bipbip beeuw!
I plan on making a video of my cat watching your cat watching talking cats and posting it on youtube.
Love the translation.
I’ve seen my two cats communicating through meows and other sounds. It’s rare (they normally just talk to us, rather than each other), but it definitely happens on a regular basis.
When we moved, both kittehs went into separate carriers. They played a game of kitty Marco Polo the whole way from point A to point B, as if to make sure that the other was still there.
(Morgan also chitters when she sees birds. It’s pretty obvious she’s talking to herself, rather than to us, as she’ll do it even if we’re in another room)
My cat came in here to check out the computer when I was watching it. He seemed to get bored with it after a few seconds. I guess those cats aren’t his type.
Cute. Unfortunately, the fuzzy black land shark who lives in my house couldn’t possibly have cared less.
My old fluffy nutter didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did. She watch it for about 10 seconds and then trotted off.
The translation one is hilarious.
My cat wouldn’t bother looking at the screen long enough, though I know he’s capable of conversation.
Dexter talks to my mother’s dog whenever they come to visit.
I think the conversation goes a bit like this: “If you sniff my butt again, I’m going to rub poison ivy all over your blanket*.”
(*AKA - the girlfriend. He’s a fixed cocker spaniel, but if you leave a blanket around, he gets frisky.)
My cat can handle himself. You betcha!
Thanks. I needed a smile.
Cool! A video version of The Infinite Cat Project.