Tucker (pronounced Tuck-ah) came to the room’s door. Sitting down, he composed his tail and then looked at me. Then, very deliberately, in a deadpan voice, he enunciated, “Me. Ow. Me. Ow.”
It was so weird. He never says “me. ow.” He says, Mrrrmpf,” and variations of that, like a grumbling old man too bored to bother with a whole meow. Or very loudly, sharply, “Mmrrrrowl.” But “me. ow”? No.
It was like he was doing some offbeat feline impression of Bob Newhart or Steven Wright as a cat. “Me. Ow.”
Michael Seidel, writer 
Michael,
It doesn’t surprise me that Tucker could be channeling Bob Newhart or Steven Wright. Flash used to talk to us quite distinctly. Sometimes she wander through the house making multiple “mrmmpf” sounds as if she was swearing under her breath (as in, “where the hell our those humans of mine now?”). Still, other times her meow sounded more like “now,” “out,” or even “mom.” depending what she wanted. Lest you think I am vain, even Rob thought she said the word, mom. ~Nan
PS. Floofs are amazing, aren’t they?
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