I could hardly believe my ears when Lynettea told me that we were growing closer in every way and understanding one another better and better each day.
When I was a kitten, I was ignorant of the fact that I would need to instruct the human I had been allocated. I would sit around and hope for the best, most of the time.
When I got a bit older, I began to realize that if I needed practically anything done, I would need to communicate with the human. Sometimes I wonder why I was allocated this particular human and whether, even, it might have to do with sins in one of my previous lives.
As we all know, cats have many lives. Some humans think it is nine, which probably seems a lot to them. The depths of our vast inherent cat knowledge tell us it is many more than that.
As for communication skills, I have to use a sort of pidgin to communicate with her, mostly gestures.
She has finally begun to learn that if I put my paws up to her, she needs to check my food plate.
Then it is, 'Oh, Sasha have you eaten all that food already? I only put down fresh an hour ago!' Or some other senseless remark. Even simple needs like opening windows or switching off the light when I go to bed seem difficult for her to comprehend.