Our family unit consists of four humans, some transient fish and two tabby cats named Jack and Chrissy. These two cats are brother and sister but they could not be more different. Chrissy is a nervous little fireball with thyroid issues. Jack is just a big galumphing sweetheart whose main facial expression is “clueless.” My children decided that if he could speak he would sound like Patrick Star.
One thing that Jack does, that Chrissy has never done is talk to the birds. I know lots of cats do this chattering thing and cat experts have a scientific reason for it but I know Jack, and I think he truly believes he is talking to the birds and that he thinks he can convince those birds that he is one of them. This morning while I was at the kitchen table enjoying my coffee, I heard a very loud bird out on the deck singing. Jack noticed too. He slid quietly up to the sliding glass door and started chattering “Eeaaaa-eaaaea”. It’s a really funny sound, if you’ve never heard it before. He flattened his 15 pound body out as much as he could and twitched his tail in rhythm, waiting for the answering call before he started again. Naturally no bird has ever been fooled by this performance and I feel kind of sorry for Jack. Our cats have always been indoor cats. I don’t think he realizes that he and the birds are not suppose to be friends. When I was a little girl I had a parakeet named Max. He loved to sing and jump around his cage. Maybe we should get one now as a playmate for Jack. I think he would like that.