What a cat will do to let humans know what's what
Some folks have never even heard Fredcat speak. That is amazing! Fredcat talks to Cathie, of course, and the two carry on quite detailed conversations. More of that later.
Talking's over, where's the food?
Fredcat uses a modified form of communication when dealing with members of his own species. Human listeners might be led (incorrectly) to thinking that Fredcat was using the cat language of Mewing, but that is not so. This is because whenever one learns a new language, one is tempted to mix one's old language with one's new language - think of the appalling "Franglais", spoken by the typical English holidaymaker when speaking to and about their Gallic neighbours (once, that is, they have exhausted the usual British practice for communicating with any foreigner - by SHOUTING - to get their message across).
When Fredcat started out on his famous career, he used to give very precise orders and his mellow voice would reverberate. Nowadays of course, he is so used to having his wishes accepted that he merely has to lift an eyebrow or flick a cat hair out of the way to get his message across and his compatriots jump to obey.
But what of those lengthy conversations between Fredcat and Cathie?. If these are occurring during a weekend they will usually start with a short discussion of just how clever Fredcat the Famous really is. He usually likes to initiate these talks when Cathie has just roused herself from her slumbers.
These talks go something like this: "Hello, Cathie, I have come to see you again". "Really?", says Cathie with a mixed level of pleasure. "Yes, mum", replies our masterful moggie. (I should point out that "Mum" is a term partly of servility and partly of endearment.) "My, you are soaking wet", says our Cathie, stroking his fur. "Yes, mum, it's all this rain we are having, can't you make it go away? I do need to pop outside from time to time, being an in-and-out cat, and it really is most inconvenient to be brushing against wet shrubs all the time." "Never mind", will reply our caring human, grabbing a towel and rubbing Fredcat down. "Thank you, mum, that's much better, so let's have a little dance to help you get fully awake". And so they dance away, singing a little duet.
At the end Fredcat will politely ignore Cathie and head for the kitchen, all feline talking over, until his energy levels have been boosted through intake of food.