I have three outdoor cats on my back porch (poach)

Vester, Chester ,and Euphrates......Vester is gay, Chester is gay and doesn't know it and ol Euphrates is the queen bitch . gets most of the food and don't take no fleas off nobody.

You know its Meal time when you hear wee Mary hollering at the top of her lungs

"Kitty ,Widdy , Widdy Here Kitty widdy

This call is one handed down from generation to generation first milk barn cats then to mousers ,now to free loaders .

It is a high pitched call known as a holler.... and that's because you can hear it over the hollers "(which is the down slope to a hill)

It is a rhymatic call that requires cadence and practice with emphasis on the last syllable..

So the call or the holler goes something like this ,

Fist fling open your front door and at the top of your lungs holler ....

KID_DEE ( the - break means there is a pause or the trailing off of one sound into another ,

then emphasize the DEE at a higher pitch )

so here we go again..now holler

KID_DEE

"Here KID-DEE-WID-DEE -WID-DEE

(multiple refrain )

I'll go outside and listen ,and if I can hear it maybe they can too and take their picky ass appetitites over to your place ..luv .