It was our cat's first winter. When a raging blizzard came up suddenly, we tried frantically to find Cinderella, calling her repeatedly and poking into snowdrifts around the stoop where she liked to hide.
Finally I called the police station to inquire if a "found" cat had been reported. The sergeant listened politely to my complaint, and assured me that cats had been known to live through terrible storms. "Cinderella," I added on a hopeful note, "is exceptionally intelligent. In fact, she almost talks."
"In that case, lady," replied the officer, "hang up. She's probably trying to call you now."
"Cats make one of the most satisfying sounds in the world: they purr ...
A purring cat is a form of high praise, like a gold star on a test paper. It is reinforcement of something we would all like to believe about ourselves - that we are nice."
Roger A Caras