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
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.