its something special, to be sure. a pitiyful cry that embodies torture, starvation, dehydration, and any other type of cat abuse you can imagine into a second-long pointless plea. Because Ifrit's life is very difficult. Because Ifrit is not allowed into the other side of the apartment, into the sleeping area. Instead, he is confined to a large, warm kitchen and living room, with plenty of water and food, toys, a 2-story cat condo, chairs, tables, plastic bags, and windows with wide sills that face the courtyard. We should all feel quite sorry for him.