Duncan was sitting really strangely one day with his feet widespread like a little linebacker. He breathed in with vigor and then let it rip. Ew. Don’t be gross. He did a POWER MEOW. I think it was vital that his feet were so far apart. It really helped with intensifying the meow.
He was really proud, I could tell. It must have been his pride and glory because he hasn’t attempted it again; must not have wanted to be unable to reach his own high expectations. He is a cat of quality, not quantity. Unless it’s food.