my mom had a cat once that would sit on the kitchen table in the middle of the night and meow for hours. but when she meowed....it sounded like she was saying 'mommy'. i hated that evil bastard. we left the house once, and put our birds (in their cages) in my moms room and shut the door. when we got home later that day....THIS IS NO BULLSHIT... the bedroom door was open, the cages knocked over...and only one bird was still alive, sitting on top of the mirror on the dresser. the cat was sitting in the floor with a big fat gut, and feathers were EVERYWHERE. she was satan's cat.