Lulu Speaks

It's happened twice now. The first time, I coulda swore the little
tabby cat meowed "Hello." But nah, it must have just sounded like
"hello." Coinkydink.

This morning, she stood by the side of the bed in which Richard I
were lounging, and distinctly mewed, "Wake up."

It was declarative, insistent. I got up and filled the food bowl.

In the tradition of Michigan J. Frog, I expect she will refuse to
repeat this trick for an audience. But Richard and I and the other
cats and now you know: Talullah Belle Cooper can talk.