whee-ee-yerow

Updated: May 14, 2025

Why, I feel so good a cat could walk up to me and scratch me right in the eye, and I wouldn't even scratch back. Yowp! I'm a wild Siberian catamount, and this is my night to howl. Whee-ee-yerow!" Dorothy laughed, a gay, lilting carol. "Haven't I always told you he had cat blood in him, Peggy? Just like all tomcats, every once in a while he has to stretch his claws and yowl.

E. E. (Edward Elmer) Smith - Skylark Three