Preface: We own three indoor cats. An orange tabby named Hunter, a gray tabby/siamese mix named Maggie, and a black and white one named Linus. That might help you follow this story better.
This morning Rusty was hanging with me in the bathroom while I was getting ready. One of our cats meowed at the door and Rusty said, “Oh, Hunter!”
Rusty quickly opened the door to let Hunter in, but instead of orange fluffiness, Rusty saw a black and white cat. He kind of stared at the cat for a minute and then looked at me and said, “That not Hunter.”
I asked him who it was and after studying the cat for a minute, Rusty said, “I don’t know hims name.”
I told him that it was Linus and he again said, “I don’t know hims name.”
Again, I told him that it was Linus and a third time Rusty said, “I don’t know hims name.”
At this point, Linus meowed at us (obviously in response to me saying his name so many times) and I told Rusty that Linus was talking to him.
Rusty looked at me with the most serious of his faces and said,
“I don’t speak cat.”