where did she learn to say those words?

Last night was a First Friday Fandom meeting. We had pretty fair attendance, talked about our upcoming convention, the upcoming convention that other fans in town are running, about how we really, really need a publicity committee to bring in more members to the group, and then had a good discussion of S.M. Stirlings's ISLAND IN THE SEA OF TIME. I had gone downstairs to my office to drop some data off of a thumb drive so that I could return it to it's owner when my geekiness was disturbed by the loud and angry sounds of cat torture. Since I didn't really believe that my fellow fans were tearing Sappho limb from limb, and since I know she has a prediliction for preverication (that usually involves telling complete strangers that she hasn't been fed in WEEKS), I finished my task and walked rather than ran up to the living room. Such a sight that met my eyes! Robin Monogue, former veterinary assistant and cat claw cutter extraordinaire, had Sappho firmly by the scruff of the neck and was trimming her front claws while Sappho spoke cat words of evil intensity at a loud volume. She also, I'm sorry to say, hissed and spat. Robin with calm unconcern finished both front feet, got a hand from her husband in completing one back foot, and was forced to give up the ghost with Sappho's right hind paw still untrimmed as tiger-like rage errupted there upon her lap. This morning, Sappho has chosen to forget the unpleasant incident and sits grooming and practicing kitty yoga on the fifty year old Navaho rug just as if she still had those sabre-like claws. She does still look a bit disgruntled though, doesn't she? What I wonder is where on earth did she learn that very obscene kitty vocabulary?