There are several unique things about Matt's cat, Arthur (amongst them that he acts like he's really a dog most of the time). One of his quirks is that he doesn't meow so much as chirp. It's like his vocal cords are so unused to producing noise that he can just barely croak out a short little sound. Since the dog moved in he has learned to be louder, almost managing a soft quarter-meow on a regular basis, in order to compete for attention.
Last night, in the middle of a dream, I suddenly hear these two soft but real sustained meows coming from inside the room. Matt and I are immediately awake and looking for kitty, thinking he must be dying or something. Of course, he's actually just having a little kitty dream; that's why he made full meow sounds. This means that all four members of our house talk in their sleep.
In other news, last night Higgs finally discovered where I hide his old and surplus toys under the bed.
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