What an elegant cat! We had a blue point Siamese for many years. She finally "retired" to my grandmother's house, and Grandma enjoyed the loud conversation, as her hearing was going. The cat lived to be 19, and Grandma to 89.
When I was a teenager and still living at home, my parents' Lilac Point liked to go up into the upstairs hall and scream at the top of her lungs, because it echoed so nicely up there (my current cats take turns standing on the curtain wall over the kitchen space, for the same reason).
Anyhow, Southern Bell sent a repair lady out to fix the telephone, and she and my parents' housekeeper were chatting away in the kitchen while she worked on the phone. Meanwhile, the cat was up in the hall doing the Siamese Howl. You have to imagine the Southern accents here -
Southern Bell repair lady: "What'sa matter wid'at baby?"
Housekeeper (in very superior tone): "Dat ain' no baby - dat is de CAT."
The way the Southern Bell lady rolled her eyes and went "ooooooh!" cannot be adequately described. One of the funniest improv comedy bits I have ever seen.
We used to live in a fleabag apartment when we first married, and I am surprised that nobody ever turned us in to DFACS for child abuse . . .