I don’t have cats but I meow at strange cats.
I don’t do baby talk as in “aw, who’s da widdle kittie?” kind of thing, but I have a goofy voice that I use and say ridiculous and embarrassing things to my cats all the time.
never!! not my style…not really my style listening to it either.
Heck no! One of the few remaining examples in my life where I maintain anything that resembles dignity.
He’s a Merlin-cat
Meeerlin cat that’s for sure!
And he’s meowing like he’s
Never meowed before!
(to the tune of ‘‘Maniac.’’)
My cat is a giant baby. I generally treat him like one.
Yes, of course. Not only that, but the current Dog of the House (a cockapoo) has between 10 and 15 nicknames (only about half of them mine, the rest from the female of the house)…
Jackpot (“given” name).
Jack (official day-to-day name).
Jack Attack.
Just Jack!
Jackarino.
Dude.
Little Dude.
Dudelette.
Mr. Man.
etc.
This. Except for the cat thing. Had one dog who was a great howler, he could just belt it out on command.
With the current dog, yes, I baby talk and she either loves it or is embarrassed about it or both. It’s, uh… it’s actually pretty bad. No need to recreate it here… :o
I sing a few verses about Shadowcat to the tune of Lollipop. Shadow loves it, and it drives my husband bonkers.
Yeah, I used to baby talk animals. I was cured by Sheba, a Great Dane who hung of with a guy I met. He brought me home and introduced me to Sheba. I baby-talked and Sheba gave me a low measured growl. :o
What I got was is that no sentient being likes being condescended to.
Aloha
Nope. I talk to my cockatiel like a human adult. He doesn’t answer.
I wouldn’t say I use “baby talk,” but I do talk both to and for my pets. Khanhas a British accent, and Winchestersounds like a complete doof. My roommate and I also talk to each other through the dog. (“Winchester, what does Other Mama want for dinner?”)
Also, Winchester’s name works perfectly with the title song from Goldfinger. He’s the dog, the dog with the waggy butt. He’s just a mutt.
OMG, earworm. And I’ve already learned the new lyrics. 
There are alternate lyrics, too. Sometimes he’s the dog with the low-tide breath. One sniff is death. nod
I need more hobbies.
Crap. I’m sitting at my computer just giggling…everybody knows I’m not working.
Glad to know it amuses somebody–the dog couldn’t care less, and my roommate just rolls her eyes. 
Khan’s Flash Gordon-theme song doesn’t actually have any lyrics other than his name, because I’m usually laughing too hard to come up with any by the time I’m done with the “aaaaa-aaaaaah!” part.
I don’t really do much in the way of cutesy-wutesy high-pitched talking to our two rabbits, but I do use nicknames, occasionally sing songs*, and ask them rhetorically whether they’re my buddy. And of course I address them as “bunnies” rather than “rabbits.”
- Both have reworded versions of South Park songs, one of Butters’ “Lu Lu Lu”, and the other of the song “Mr Hankey, the Christmas Poo” (and no, the new lyrics don’t involve poo).
I don’t use baby talk sort of words, I use real words but I’m afraid that I do have a “cat voice” (I’m so ashamed). I tend to call them in a sing-songy, higher pitched voice too.
The dogs get treated like intelligent adults, mostly.
Yes, I use a little baby talk with my rats. I tried to resist it at first, but they’re such cute little goombahs, I couldn’t help myself.
I forgot one reason we do this - besides their being super-cute, we bought our rabbits only a week after we had to put our last ferret to sleep. We found we kept slipping up and saying “ferret” instead of “rabbit,” but saying “bunny” instead didn’t cause that mistake. Since we kind of winced every time we reminded ourselves of that, we tended to use “bunny” instead.
Hell no. I insult them.
They get called buttheads, knotheads, morons, idiots, fuzzbutts, one particular tomcat is “You old bastard”, etc.
The dogs think it’s a command when I holler “Butthead express, going out!” (time to potty in the back yard)