Mom and dad talk to us kitty-girls all the time. We don't understand the words, but we understand the tone, emotion, and recognition. In our household, we are not just "things" that occupy space, but integral members of the family that are given the same respect and courtesy as the humans.

Here dad got down to my level and is telling me that he is sorry for all of my recent health problems. Then he head-butted me on the side a few times--it's just a thing that we do since I first head-butted him at the foster home to say, "Hey, take me home!"

He also asked for my cooperation when taking the medications I have been prescribed, but I don't know if that's going to happen.