63. The Tribe & Big Cats! “Retire in Wisconsin” Make Good [Self-Released]
“It’s not my soul that’s needing saving.”
She purred because she couldn’t meow in a way that communicated relief or any kind of satisfied relaxation to her owner. That always came off as “talkative” or “ornery,” which was definitely not the vibe she wanted to give off. So she just purred. Sometimes she was able to purr loudly, like when she was just getting off a catnip high or a particularly pleasant series of sprints up and down the hallway, but tonight she simply did not have the energy or adrenaline. This time she had to just gain attention by purring moderately from the couch. It was a long con if there ever was one for a cat and her human. If she were to get up, start brushing up against a leg or making eye contact, she would have merely gotten more food in her dish, and she was by no means looking to overeat without thinking again. She liked to vomit about as much as her owner liked cleaning it up. No - she just had to wait there patiently while the human paced around nervous about whatever it was she had to be nervous about (probably had to do with what got her out of the house, or answering that phone call) until the question was finally asked either internally out loud, “Where is my cat?” Whether that query was posed in a few seconds or a few hours did not matter to its subject. It was inevitable. The instant she got picked up and held, though, it would be all over. The purrs would be felt, the fur would be soft, and the night would be calm again.
Source: SoundCloud / The Tribe & Big Cats!