Gramma's not feeling well. She hasn't been to see us in a couple months, because she's taking some medicine but can't risk infection from a lot of things, including potential contamination from our litter box. She doesn't want to take the chance, even though it's a low risk. I miss seeing her! I know she's not feeling well, so when I hear Mommy talking with her on the phone I sit nearby.
One time, Mommy put the phone to me so Gramma could hear me doing my two-tone motorboat purr for her. Then I hung up the phone by pawing it! "I love you, Gramma! Bye!" The last two times I've sat by Mommy when she's talking with Gramma on the phone, I've made my needs known very forcefully. The time before last, I took one of Mommy's knuckles in my mouth to tell her I didn't want pets. I got in trouble for it, but then I asked the phone by putting my paw on it like Tabby does to ask. Mommy realized what I wanted, so she held the phone to me while I purred for Gramma and she talked to me. The last time, I ME-YOWWW-ed at Mommy to give me the phone, NOWWW!!! She did, and I purred for Gramma again.
Gramma loves my purrs and says they help her feel better. I love my gramma!