I have a special rumble like a matriarchal elephant, deep and meaningful. I like to increase tempo with food offerings but mainly I save my purrs for Momma. As I sit here and type this with her and watch the cursor trip across the page as my thoughts flow from my hippocampus to hers, I increase my purrage so that she has to look at me. I turn my body from the angle poise lamp to face her, lift my head to catch the light and make our sniffers align and then a short mind meld.. My purr increases to a funny wheezing triple purr where the 'in and out' breath both play different notes and she is mesmerized by me. It is right now that I swipe my inner lip across the tip of her sniffer and leave my scent on her. She invariably will open her mouth in a gasp (or coo) and it is NOW that I poke my muzzle into her grub hole and rev up my engine and let the full force of my purr vibrate her entire head with a fantastic reverb. The timing has to be exact and once it is done, she is mine forever and we can keep on kissing and creating our written works together - as one.
Some of us here at Maystar HQ are a little harder to 'get going' and Flaire is one of those special girls. She is ManSlave's girlfriend but Momma has to play 'tease' before he gets cuddles with her. She likes a little botty smack and ear munches, then she begins to mewl and trots over to her man and rumbles away. If her purr should accidentally stall, she races over to Momma again for a quick fire botty slap and ear munch and she is off again, round and around his head, wiping her dense coat all over his face, increasing his allergies. She is happy then to lay on his lap and gently simmers to a low vibration.
Eros has no trouble purring. His software had a upgrade and the purr switch was selected to on with no way to turn it off. It is very sweet really despite being the annoying little bar-steward that chasing us. When you finally catch him, pin him down, the little git purrs and you end up washing his face and nibbling off a few whiskers for good measure. Being of the same Family, Elton can purr so loudly with a very manly rumble that he occasionally open mouth purrs for a louder variation. This is also done whilst eating...I mean, who purrs and eats? How does he not choke? Those two are like a pair on tuning forks, touch them on the head and away they go...
Mae is a lovely purrer. She is a very serious Rex, and can be sat there with mission on her face but if she is touched, she melts into a puddle of a blue and white rumbling mess. She is a funny quirky kid that one and has lots of bizarre habits such as appearing, as if from nowhere, when the water is run from the fridge.. She runs straight up ManSlaves legs and waits for him to give her, HIS glass of water! The even funnier thing is she purrs whilst she drinks it and the sound reverberates around the glass and causes an echo to bounce back and she gets a mini sonic purrboom in her face.
Lillibet purrs in only a few places in the house. The bathroom wash bin, the second radiator bed, the office desk and the en-suite toilet. She is the oddest of catwomen, always dashing at full speed everywhere or just floating like a Tibetan monk, in the office. But her purr is enough to start a landslide and can be heard in Ohio where she is accidentally unearthing dinosaurs. Faith is more sedate, gentle and princess-like and only purrs if 'you' deserve it!
SaBreena, despite her odd behaviour of lone wolf, purrs at the touch of her coat and will continue long into the evening where she will allow tummy kisses and have her purr felt through Momma's face. Woe betide ManSlave if her kisses her belly -SUCKFACE - with her claws!!! Her Purr is deep and meaningful. It makes her feel happy and she melts and languishes herself and air-kneads. Definitely a self soother that one!
Gazoo is selective about her purring and saves it mainly for Momma when she is subjected to being pounced and laid on, she rubs her ears around Momma's sniffer and Momma has to nibble them, and all the time she is purring so loudly and sort of squeaking too. She also does a shouty purr in the en-suite where her favourite toy is kept, a feather toy with a wooden handle. She likes to be gently smacked with that wooden handle whilst being tickled with the feathers. She falls all over the place, standing on her head and slithering about mewling and purring and baaa-ing like a lamb for more. She does purr for ManSlave, but only if he has ducky treats. But you should hear all nine of us purr at the same time for ducky treats - now THAT is a spectacle not to be missed. Standing next to my family, it's like being massaged from the inside out!
Well, it's that time of day again where beds are stripped and new sheets are replaced and we all cause crazy mad mayhem whilst Momma tries in earnest to straighten, flatten and tuck in sheets that we all dash about in a wild frenzy undoing her good work. She will give up soon and then, to us, it's now boring.
We have a little bit of Wiltshire Horn in the oven today. Momma trimmed it nicely so we can all have a little taste before she rolled it in garlic and some fancy French herbs kept in a hessian baggie. For those veggies among you, wrap your lips around carrot and potato mash with nutmeg and cabbage with plant based butter. Go figure? Me, I shall watch the little lambie having a day in our sauna and get me a little piece to gobble down as though I am half starved. Enjoy your Sunday folks...
All my purrs to you all - QUEEN VEE =^..^=