I am a pretty quiet in the meow department. I found most things can be said with a simple squeak - or better yet a little nip. I find nothing wraps a human around your paw like the silent squeak.
The only time I sing out is when I get frustrated - which is pretty frequently. It's hard to figure everything out when you're still a kitten. I want to get onto things and into things and I can't always - so I voice my displeasure - who wouldn't?
There I was, enjoying a nice nap on my office chair while snoopervising Mom's work effort earlier. Suddenly I felt this odd feeling. I felt like I might need to expel something.
I started to growl/howl really loud. Mom started to panic! I started to claw at my cheek with my paw. Then she really started to freak the fluff out! She thought I was choking on something and was trying to check my mouth. I just kept on howling.
Then I just stopped and was perfectly fine. I looked at her like she was a nut (she is) and had a nice bath.
Mom sent Dad immediately to get some hairball goop. I had already turned down the first kind they brought home to try. I guess Angel Fin loved it. Me? Not so much. So now Mom is spreading to on the my treats - she's calling it buttering the bread. Meh, I'll still eat them.
Mom's Note: Seriously I was freaked out!! I have never heard him sound like that and then he was perfectly fine a minute later. He started a furball cough a couple days before but nothing happened and then this.