The Mom was upstairs, I was downstairs, on the chair in the dining room, when I began calling her. At first, she was concerned; was something wrong? She came down and patted my head. I jumped down and purred her a nice melody, letting the sound go really deep in my throat, wrapping around her legs and talking fine, of things important to me. She listened and petted me and talked back in her funny human talk, some words I know, others are a mystery, they make no sense. She bent down and said, "Mittens, you are so sweet." Why didn't she just say, "Mittens, mewowr murp," it means the same thing; but I don't think she grasps the concept of easy language, she prefers it difficult. Edsel agrees with me on that, check out his post for Monday.