Gotta love those meows! &;-)
I have a calico cat that we got when she was 2 days old. The mama cat got killed. I would let her faux nurse on me and she now thinks I am her mother, I guess.
She wants to go outside it seems like every ten minutes. I dutifully open the door. When she first started to want to roam outside and the weather was bad, she wanted to go in and out so often, I had the distinct impression that she expected me to provide a better weather situation for her personal convenience -- her own little dimensional door to a better world.
It was as if she were saying: "This world is yucky; please provide me with a better one."
The best cats know they rule all.
Walt