This little white menace is squaking again. Squacking? Oh, this is a noise that she makes (because she is deaf and does not know the actual noises that regular cats will chuck at you) which is a mixture between a quack and squawk.
No meows from this feline, just a constant piercing “AAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK” when you look her in the eyes.
I am not even staring at her right now but I am being bombarded from the windows sill with squacks aplenty, I can assure you.
She wants rubs and wants to sit on your lap but she hates bare skin and I get too hot, so she jumps on and off and on and off and squacks and stabs my poor thighs with every move.
This kid cannot make up her mind.
Then again, she is the best behaved of these little furballs. Never getting in fights for food. Never making mess anywhere or demanding too much.
Just a lazy, loud, cloud of kit.
Just wish her long white hair did not moult 24/7 and get absolutely everywhere. Nothing quite like eating lunch and seeing bits of her coat in the nutella.
I allow a sneak glance in her direction and she knew it and was waiting and now I must give her rubs and attention all the while the squacks continue with every word I utter.
“What?” “AAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK” “You gotta tell me what it is.” “AAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!!”
For now, the chin scritches seem to appease, for now.