For daily usage Chatblis has a very soft and sweet voice. Don’t get me wrong: it’s very effective too. A simple bleat is enough for Chatblis to get her way. Doors open effortlessly and food appears in a magical way. She brought up her people nicely.
Pernod on the other hand is more of a chatterbox. Always has been. He is very generous with his meows. Whole stories have been told that way. The exact content is unclear, except for people who want to understand him. What is clear however, is what he’s telling us has a sense of urgency. The tone gives it away. He speaks loudly and full of emotion. When he descends to the kitchen after a light afternoon nap (from twelve to half past five), he starts at the top of the stairs to announce his arrival. He is chattering the whole way. A careful listener can hear things like: ‘If you want to surprise me with something tasty, now is the time! Get the treats, I’m coming! Open the gate!’
Sometimes I think he also uses his voice as a variation on ‘whistling in the dark’. If he goes a longer distance in the house all by himself, he guides himself with chatter. ‘This lonely, scary walk doesn’t frighten me at all: listen to my cheerful voice. I’m a brave tomcat. I’m a plucky tomcat.’
My Pernod doesn’t go for understatement. He leads a colorful life. Grand and compelling. One can learn from it.
- Publication out of the book “Miauwkes’ by Veronique Puts. Like this story? Press the blue ‘follow’ button on the blog page and receive an email every time a new story is published.