Don't most events in our lives happen by chance? I hope to share with you the chance observations and experiences of my travels. And I offer a chance for you to comment as well. Add to that my fond affection for my late cat, Chance, who was afflicted with feline leukemia and died of cancer, and you will see why "chance" has a special meaning in my life. By chance, the adventure continues and can be shared...
Friday, May 6, 2011
My cat was robbed!
This is my cat, Trick.
She likes to purr. A lot. Loudly. With exuberance, using her whole body.
I'm not kidding. I swear it's how she keeps her girlish figure, even at age 9. Her purring basically vibrates her from head to toe.
But she's been robbed of her rightful title. Yes, on Thursday, the Guiness World Record for the loudest purr by a domestic cat was officially bestowed on Smokey, a gray-and-white tabby that hit the big time by having her purr recorded at 67.7 decibels.
Just for comparison, a lawnmower is 90 decibels.
Smokey is a 12-year-old cat who lives in the UK, and whose purr has been described as "akin to the cooing of an angry dove."
See what you think... a video of Smokey is featured below.
Guess I'd better record Trick, and submit her purring to Guiness. But on second thought, that fame would probably just go to her head.
And she might purr even louder.
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I swear my Gin-bug has THE LOUDEST purrbox. And she's a wee little Calico, weighing in at just 8 pounds.
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