Over the last year, dad has started a new behavior. Every once in a while it sounds like he’s doing a low rumble growl. So, last night while eating dinner:
Dad: grrr, rumble, rumble, chomp, chew…
Randy: Dad, what are you doing?
Dad: What?
Randy (louder): What are you doing? Are you in pain?
Dad: No. I’m eating! Why?
Randy: Well… you’re sort of grumbling, or growling. What’s it mean?
Dad (smugly, looking up with eyebrows raised): I’m purring.
Purring