Marroooo! The Cat in the Pack
I have a cat who, I think, thinks he’s a dog. I have another cat who will speak dog if Spooky Man asks him to.
What does this have to do with “Marroooo!”? Well, we took Stuart to the vet last summer with Hank the dog. And he discovered — again — that he doesn’t like car rides. We discovered what he sounds like when he tries to howl like Hank: Meeeoooow. Meeeooowww. Maarrroooo!
This is all backstory.
Tuffy, the outside cat, recently had to spend the night inside because Spooky Man was sure it was going to be Too Cold For Outside Cats. At four a.m., my darling man got up to use the facilities and Tuffy — wide awake because all self-respecting cats should be out catting around at four in the morning, thank you very much — meowed and chirped to go outside, please.
Spooky Man said, “Okay, you can go outside if you give me one ‘maroo’ and one ‘maroo’ only.”
Tuffy immediately said, “Maroo?” Yes, it was in the form of a question. A rather puzzled question, too, actually.
Spooky Man let him out. It took me 15 minutes to stop giggling and go back to sleep. This is the sort of reality you can never put in a novel because it won’t be believed.
Ma-ma-ma-marrrooooo!
So funny, I’m still giggling. We have a cat who thinks she’s a dog too. Her best friend is Dotty the Border Collie.