I especially love that one.  Stinky is the master of it.  When I wake
up Dante, he's ready to play, and starts bopping at me immediately.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Make Levees, Not War

I'm always in a state of wonder about the language of our five, including The
Most Glorious Sound of Purr. Roxie has the purr of realiazation honed to a
quiet but well-spoken art. She'll squirm a bit when we approach her on her
"bed" (my pile of laundry of such magtnitude that I haven't stuck anything in
my closet for a shamefully long period because Madame gets miffed if I
disturb it) and give her a scritchie or petting, and purr so quietly you have
to feel her throat to know it's there. Stosh saves his for when he wants his
pick-up, or when my Little Gent is giving Mama her nightly spa treatment.
Brandy is the princess of anticipation, because she knows how to work the
cute and will come up and purr because she knows it'll get her some petting
or foot-wrestling or just a nice loud "Awwwwwww! What a cute Little Baby!"
Odessa is another quiet one like Roxie, and purrs when she knows she is
secure; for the Odessa-Doll never seems to quite know she's home for good,
and always comes to us with an air of "Do you guys still like me?" And we
tell her, "No, Dolly; we love you!" and that's when she'll roll about and
give us gut (or in Louie's case alone, give him butt, as close to the nose as
possible.) Sabrina has the loudest purr, and it's neither realization nor
anticipation; it's both and neither. I think after all The Matron has gone
through, that she has a sense of gratitude in that purr, and I think she's
thanking us.

Blessed be,
Baha

I think my favorite purrer is Harri. Each of the kitties has his/her own
distinctive purrs, but Harri's seem somehow - different. Harri manages to
mingle purrs and meows in a most distinctive way.

When I get home from work, Harri is almost always at the top of the
stairs, looking out of her favorite window. When she hears a key in the
front door lock she gives a little "mrrrp?" sound - saying "Who's here?",
I guess.

Once I get the door open and step in, I get a more declarative "mrrrp!" -
she's saying "It's Paw!".

She is by far the smallest of our kitties, so when she comes down the
stairs it's always front paw-front paw-rear paw-rear paw down one step,
the again for the next step, etc. With each step she descends, she gives
me another "mrrrp!" chirp. When she finally gets to the bottom step she
stretches out as high as she can reach with her front paws on my leg and
gives me a long, wavering "mrrrrr-ow?" meow. That's her signal that she
wants to do a shoulder ride. I bend down so that she can put her front
paws on my shoulder, then put a hand under her butt and lift her as I
stand. She immediately wraps herself around my neck, rubbing her face
against mine and purring so loud that she can be heard from across the
room.

Nothing makes it easier to relax than a happy, loving kitty purring at you.

You observe and write really well, Tak.
Best wishes,
Polonca and Soncek