The other morning I was getting ready for my serenade, when Mom awoke right on schedule at 4:30am (without a single meow on my part - I was so proud). I watched her from across the room as she sat up in bed with a confused look. I could see her scanning the dark room for my whites.
She spotted me right away, and I got a good stretch in. She made her way to the bathroom, and kept looking around the door for me to follow her in. Usually I would be herding her along with mews, but she was doing so well I hung back enjoying my last bit of rest. She emerged for the bathroom and again looked confused.
"Finny? Are you okay?" She asked in hushed and concerned tones, as she administered some quality chin scritches. "How come you're not meowing? Are you hungry sweetie?"
In response, I got up and headed down the hallway with her close in tow. I took my position by my dish and waited for my meal in silence.
"Finny how come you won't say anything? You're not feeling sick are you?"
I responded with an enthusiastic rub of her shins as my breakfast prep continued. When she laid down my dish, I heartily dug in. I could tell she was worried for some odd reason, so I threw in a mew to show her I was far from speechless.
I just figured that since she was doing so well on her own there was no need to make a big fuss. Sometimes silence is golden.