Friend is taking a ten-day vacation in another city. He left on Friday, and since then, I’ve been looking after his cat.
Usually, when I do this, I spend about half an hour each day there, helping to ease her loneliness. I toss the kittysnax for her to find, and cuddle her, and sit at the computer doing what Friend does: moving the mouse around, cursing, leaning back and stretching, watching the Two Towers trailer online and oohing and aahing. This time, however, I’ve been to busy to do that except once. I just refresh her food and water, give her a quick hug, and book.
This evening, I went over there with the intention of giving her at least a few minutes of attention. While I was filling her water bowl, she was standing on top of an armchair, looking at me.
She meowed something that seemed to end with the words “coming back?”
I’m serious. “Miaoumeeowmewcmngbaaack?”
Friend Across Town suspects that cats really can talk, just Far Side style, when no humans are around. He bases this on the fact that his mom’s cat once injured herself, and was heard, by him, to say “help” before anyone saw her. I e-mailed him about this, but I haven’t heard back yet.
Anyway, when she said that (her name is Spot, BTW), I rushed over and hugged her and said, “Of course he’s coming back! He’ll be back! He didn’t leave you!”
I stayed for a while after that. Mr. Rilch says that in that situation, he would have given Spot a quick pat and gotten the hell out of Dodge.
Anyone ever hear a cat talk?