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Two of my older gals had "deaf cat howl". There was definitely some dementia in the one as well. Ginger would walk right past us as we sat in the living room, hop up on the chesterfield, face the back and howl. We'd yell at her, "Ginger!" and she'd turn and look at us, the people she had just walked by, with an expression on her face that seemed to say, "Oh, there you are." And quiet down. Rescue Remedy helped calm her at night. It's sad when they get old.
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