Oosie loves to talk, that's for sure. The funny thing is, for a few weeks before the surgery, she'd taken to scolding me, a.k.a. getting up on top of the stacked washer/dryer, looking down at me from up there, and giving me a very low, loud, meaningful meowing-at. I could be wrong, but it was as if she was saying, "I have had enough of this. Do something. NOW."