That little cat called Pippin (who I christened BinkyWinky) was in our back garden again looking pleadingly at us through the kitchen window. So silly me chopped up some very tasty chicken breast for her and set it on the patio. She galloped up, sniffed it and let out such a stream of joyous miaowing right into my face as I bent down to stroke her!
I've never heard such loud purrs either.
Husband quite rightly said, "You're a silly lady. She'll be back tomorrow for more!" She will too!