m-e-e-u-w

Now Yan heard loud, shrill mewing from the log, "Mew, mew, m-e-u-w, m-e-e-u-w," and the old Skunk came backing out, holding a small gray Kitten. The little thing mewed and spit energetically, holding on to the inside of the log. But the old Skunk was too strong she dragged it out.

Ernest Thompson Seton - Two Little Savages : Being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned