I meow or I purr according to the present state of mind, but never honk. I like to save my words and let the others do the talking. Meowing is only when I need a service from my human. She is a little slow to grasp the importance of a feline life, so I have to give her a push. If I lay on my back with all four paws in the air, this means tummy tickle time. She ignores me. That is when I must increase my verbal noses, perhaps with a meow variation sounding “meowwowwow” in a high pitch voice and with repetition. She appears and I give her the look, Who needs meows when looks could be just as good. It usually serves its purpose.
Words are often superfluous. When she begins to eat a meal of cooked meat and all I have is a bowl of dry vitamin pellets, then I apply telepathy. Of course the human is not capable of telepathy, which is quite good. It would really not be positive if she could read my thoughts. Of course I can read the human thoughts and believe me what a mess that is until you find the right place. It is a mixture of cooking, cleaning, shopping and confusion, until I get to the Tabby part of the brain. There is a complete department reserved there for me and my needs. It was hard work, but we felines can easily influence the human thoughts and brain design. And so whilst she is absorbing the pleasure of fresh cooked meat, I give her the look. This always works and she cannot bear to see me suffering. She even pre-chews it for me as human meat is not shaped into feline sized pieces.
As I said, why honk when a feline telepathic influence works just as well.