Would You Mind Keeping It Down? Cyril's Strange Reaction to Sounds

Hi, I'm Dr. Karyn! Read my introduction to learn more about me and meet my five hilarious cats: Clutch, Cyril, Alex, Zelda, and Zazzles.

Have you met Cyril? If you haven’t, you are missing out! He’s the squishiest, most chilled-out, laid-back cat I’ve ever known, and he often gives me lifestyle envy. He’s also living the plus-sized life, which is something we’re going to be tackling in a future post. For now, I’d like to tell you about another of his unique characteristics - his reaction to certain sounds.

Back in 2021, I picked up a little virus; you may have heard of it. Covid something? Anyway, I had a wee bit of a cough, which apparently did not please He who shall not miss breakfast. Every time I had the audacity to clear my throat or attempt to bring up a lung whilst in Cyril’s general vicinity, I would get an angry little chatter in return.

How do I know it was angry? Well, the truth is, I don’t; it was just the vibe he was giving. There was no hissing or snarling, no swishing of tail or gnashing of teeth, just that chattering sound cats unleash when they’ve spotted a bird, rodent, or in my ginger cat Alex’s case, a hot dog. And there was an attitude. If you live with cats, you’ll know what I’m talking about. That air of superiority that lets you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are, and always will be, inferior to the feline species. And that’s fine, I know my place in the household hierarchy, but Cyril is not usually one to be so haughty. I’m perfectly comfortable being judged by a cat, but being judged by Cyril is like being judged by a sweet, kindly old man, like Morgan Freeman or Tim Walz. The look in his eyes seemed to say “I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.”

Coughing Paranoia

It was difficult enough dealing with wary looks and suspicious glares when allergies or an inhaled drink set off a coughing fit during Covid, but now I was also dealing with cough-barrassment at home. Was nowhere safe?!

What’s even more worrying is that Cyril only cackles when I cough, never when my husband or anyone else does. It’s pretty hard not to take it personally. I almost had myself convinced that it was all down to Cyril’s love and concern for my health when he started to chatter at other noises as well.

First, it was the sneeze, but now the crinkling of an empty soda can has joined the clandestine cough on the list of sounds to be made only once I have established that I am in a Cyril-free zone. I cannot bear the idea of disrupting his snooze time; the poor cat is only managing 18, maybe 20 hours of sleep a day.

Why The Strange Reaction to Sounds?

Being an indoor kitty, one might theorize that Cyril’s chatter is nothing more than misplaced hunting sounds, but he will also make these vocalizations to birds spied on nearby rooftops.

I needed more information.

When researching the topic of cat chatter, I have found a number of different explanations for the sound, none of which were particularly surprising:

• mimicking prey
• excitement
• anticipation of biting prey

and one that confirmed my worst fears:

• expressing frustration with their humans.

Much like the quintessential meow, cats are rarely seen to chatter with other cats, meaning it is a sound reserved for specific occasions: hunting and telling people to shut up.

The Cat’s Meow

Feline-to-feline communication generally consists of chirps, hisses, growls, or yowls. The meow appears to have been developed as a way of trying to mimic the nonsensical sounds they hear coming from our mouths. Given that during my extensive history of meowing at cats, I don’t seem to have caused any offense, my assumption is that a cat’s meow is as decipherable a language to them as it is to us, in that, it isn’t. We think we’re being cute when we return their meow, when in fact, it is the cats that are humoring us by parroting our sounds.

So is Cyril annoyed at my coughing, or just confused by it? Is it a sign of his love and devotion to me that he persists in trying to communicate, even when my language has changed from coherent patterns to the strangled cry of a crushed Coke can? Are we doomed to stay locked in a cycle of indecipherable vocalizations until one of us gets bored and walks away (or in Cyril’s case, falls asleep)?

I think the answer is yes. Unless I manage to teach Cyril (and myself) morse code…