The language of love

cat call

I’ve noticed for a while now that Those Two often use a completely different voice when they speak to me. Sometimes it’s a pleasant, high-pitched, singsong kind of voice, and at other times its a humorous voice that sounds as if they’ve been inhaling helium.

new clownAnd then there’s that really creepy voice they use when they’re greeting me after an absence, usually first thing in the morning or after one of their vacations. They drag out one of my nicknames in a voice that sounds like it belongs to a drunken, deranged clown who’s been a chain-smoker for years.

“Mr. Jaaaaaaaangles!” they growl.

I know they’re not the only humans who do this kind of thing in the presence of cute animals — and babies — because I’ve witnessed it in others as well.

Well, there was really no point to any of this. Just wondering what makes those wacky humans tick …

Oh, and I hope that last image won’t keep you up tonight. I’ve been told humans aren’t terribly fond of clowns.

 

1 thought on “The language of love”

  1. Dear Mr. Oxbow, you are incredibly on target regarding the clown photo. As the mere human, I myself have never been terribly fond of clowns. The only clowns I found funny—oddly, where the rodeo clowns who distracted the bull while other folks took care of the injured rider. Those strange voices that humans use when they talk to children or pets…that too is one of fascination. Your entry today has been quite thought provoking. Thank you for tickling my little gray cells…

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