It's Winston here today. I feel I need to justify myself after I heard Mom chatting with a friend. She dared to insinuate that I wake her up too early in the morning by yowling. Well, I have never been so insulted! I do not yowl. I merely try to ease her into the day with a touching rendition of the song of my people. Our language is a bit different from people language. We use tone and timbre to portray emotion and vulnerability. It is a very fine art. *kitty sigh* For example, I will roughly translate one verse of my early morning serenade. Ahem.
Why am I unloved?
Why do you keep food far from me?
I am starving.
Starving and alone.
Woe is me.
you, this is a very rough translation. But I imbue the words
with pathos by my vocalizations! I knew you would understand, gentle reader. You all have a great week!