Yesterday, I had just opened the front door of my apartment to start loading laundry into the car for the weekend's laundromat run, when Tyrone the cat--he of the "dart out into the hallway and roll on the upstairs neighbor's welcome mat" game--shot through the opening like a projectile.
As he flew past me, Tyrone gave the feline equivalent of a rebel yell. It was a full-throated, multisyllabic meow that bemused me just long enough to enable him to squeeze past my ineffective guard. I might have successfully fended him off if it hadn't been for that vocalization. Without having any consonants & not so many distinct vowels, his meow really did sound a lot like "Kowabunga!"