Quote Originally Posted by Randi View Post

Fister hardly said a word the first few years, but now, he seems to talk a lot.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve spoilt him by coming every time he calls -
he certainly has me trained well!
Boots never had a very 'catly' Me-ow like a typical cat -
probably because he had a DAWG for his voice coach.

Boots, da KAT, arrived as a *tiny* kitten - barely able to walk. He snuck past Shadow,
jumped through the torn screen door and announced his arrival on the arm of the 'kliner chair
with a series of Chirrps and Merrps in my sleeping ear.

After Shadow reluctantly accepted Boots as an odd-lookin lil Brudder, she did her best
to 'train' him as any BIG Sister would ...
* Alas, his Me-ow was at best a dog-inspired M-YOW spoken in a short bark-like shout.
* He'd sit & BEG for treats
* He'd Grrrr when he played
* But he did somehow learn to PuRRRRR! (Loud enough to imitate an 18-wheeler!)

Boots often 'communicated' by mental telepathy ... I'd *feel* a STARE and look
around to find da KAT throwing A Look from across the room.

Or if his krunchie kup on the bathroom vanity was 'low' (it was never empty - jest
'below Kat's minimum acceptable level' of at least a two day supply),
he'd do his best Lassie Imitation >>>
* STARE at the Hoomin till noticed
* Shout out with a loud "MirRRP!"
* Jump & Spin, then dash off to the bathroom
* Leap up on the vanity and SIT beside the krunchie kup, "Chirrrping"

**MISS Ya**, Boots!.