The cat
Today, when I came home from work, the cat was sitting on the stairs. The cat is old, 14, maybe 15 years, and moved here relatively recently with two women who live in the flat beneath ours. He goes outside a couple of times per day and, when he wants to be let back in, lets the world know so by miaowing piercingly and persistently outside the door - either downstairs, if the back door happens to be closed, or up on the third floor, in front of 'his' door. He's the loudest cat I've ever met. (He sounds like a medium-sized elephant when running down the stairs.)
He's also talkative. When I meet him on the stairs, all too rarely, he greets me by miaowing loudly and doing that little tail quiver cats do. I can't help it; I have to miaow back at him, although I don't know what kind of 'message' I may be sending by doing that. (I've always been a compulsive miaower when interacting with cats - to the confusion of many a feline, I'm sure!) He usually replies, and we can keep that kind of 'dialogue' up for quite a while.
When he sits in front of 'his' door I usually squat down to give him a thorough petting. He purrs louder than any other cat I've ever known.
He's also talkative. When I meet him on the stairs, all too rarely, he greets me by miaowing loudly and doing that little tail quiver cats do. I can't help it; I have to miaow back at him, although I don't know what kind of 'message' I may be sending by doing that. (I've always been a compulsive miaower when interacting with cats - to the confusion of many a feline, I'm sure!) He usually replies, and we can keep that kind of 'dialogue' up for quite a while.
When he sits in front of 'his' door I usually squat down to give him a thorough petting. He purrs louder than any other cat I've ever known.