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Oh, that is one sweet, pretty kitty! I love my Fritters, but sometimes I wish she were more sweet (like your kitty) and less neurotic.
But then, my cat takes after me, doesn’t she? 
Mine is greeted with
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Cat! You’re a kitty cat! And you meow-meow-meow, and you meow-meow-meow.
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I just tried to teach Smokey this song. She was not amused.
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I am shocked, shocked that people talk to their cats this way!
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Your kitten, sir.
Oh, thank you very much.
To Creaky and anyrose:
SQUEEEEEEE!!! KITTTEEEHHHH!!!
Carry on.
OK I will confess.
When I get home, shedding laptop, coat, keys, purse etc, I sing out “Where’s my kitties? Where are my baby kitties?!?” And all three come running even though one is clearly not a baby kitty seeing as how she’s seven years old. Actually I’m not sure my Big Bad Kittens ™ qualify either because of how big they are.
Also I must brag. I am a successful mother. You know why I can say that? My younger son (who is a full grown adult, with wife and child) makes up silly songs to sing to HIS kitties. I RULE!
I inform them, “You smell just like a cat.” I don’t have any sense of smell, but I’m reasonably sure they do smell like cats.
I’ve posted my cat song before, but since you ask, and it’s Christmasy, here ya go:
To the tune of Do You Hear What I Hear:
Said the cat to the people everywhere
Do you see what I have?
Underneath my tail everyone
Do you see what I have?
It’s pink, it’s pink
And it doesn’t stink
Cause I wash it with my-y tongue
Yes, I wash it with my-y tongue!
In memory of Whitey
Dung Beetle, I love that song!
I have had many cats, have one now, and love them dearly but I never baby-talk to them for some reason. Usually, I insult them in an endearing way:
“Hey! You’re small and insignificant. You must be a cat!”
Or sing to them:
You’re a fat black cat
You sit in a hat
You sleep on a mat
You look like Yasser Arafat!
Whaddya think of that?
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Okay, all of this talk about kitty cats makes me want to post a picture of my baby.
Behold the Fritters Cat.
A Most Perfect Mackerel Tabby. But look out… she’s bitey! Sharp fangs! Razor-sharp poison teeth! :eek:
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That is a Kliban Cat!.
I often tell Cricket she is my Crickerkiddercat.
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Dung Beetle, I love that song!
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Thank you, I consider it my magnum opus. :o
As embarassing that it is to post it here, I too have a little ditty for my wife’s cats:
Puss, puss, pussers,
Sittin’ on the rug.
Puss, puss, pussers,
Banjo and the Mug…
…zee.
I only sing to Banjo and Mugsie. Rider’s a spaz.
I talk to my two cats when I get home from work. I usually say, “So which trash cans have you decided to leave upright today?”
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OK I will confess.
When I get home, shedding laptop, coat, keys, purse etc, I sing out “Where’s my kitties? Where are my baby kitties?!?” And all three come running even though one is clearly not a baby kitty seeing as how she’s seven years old. Actually I’m not sure my Big Bad Kittens ™ qualify either because of how big they are.
Also I must brag. I am a successful mother. You know why I can say that? My younger son (who is a full grown adult, with wife and child) makes up silly songs to sing to HIS kitties. I RULE!
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I come in the house through the garage into the mudroom/laundry room. I stand right there and say 'who’s the first kitty I see???" The first cat to come right where I can see him or her gets all the first nuzzles.
It’s usually Cuervo, even if he has to come racing down the stairs to beat the others.
Then I say ‘who’s the little baby boy, huh? who needs their fooders???’
Then I man up, scratch myself and look at porn or something.
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I must be the strange one. I never tell my cats they are cats. I think they know that. I call one “key key” so maybe that counts.
I do have one cat named Bob. I tell him every day that he is " The Bob, The Bobster, The Bob Bob, The Big B and the Bobster Lobster just about everytime I speak to him. He will respond to any of these names on there own. I guess it is the “Bob” factor.
I call all of my cats by at least one other name then their given name and they all respond. If someone was to hear me on those secret listening devices they would think I have twenty cats and more than a few dogs.
These names of course do not include the swear words that may be spoken at times of frustration.
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Same here. I call Ishtar “pupuce”-- “little flea”; I call Athena-Gaia “ma poulette” (my chicken), and I called Shaku, “mon papou” or mon “Papou a poux” (apologies to the Papuan people, this comes from a childhood rhyme). Even though I speak English most of the time in everyday life, I always speak to my pets in French. I got my first pet when I spent a year at my French-speaking grandparents’ house.
When I speak about the cats, I refer to them by name, but rarely use their real names in speaking to them. Yes, I do speak to them. Happy to see I’m not alone.
While English-speaking cats understand Hebrew, I prefer to practice Vietnamese with them because it messes with their tiny heads.
For some reason, when our mistresses speak to me, I tend to reply in German. Or with Donovan lyrics. “Goo-goo, goo-goo barabajackal” means something in Feline Standard, apparantly.
What would it look like if a cat had a blog?
It would look like this:
Start at the beginning and read forward.
For extra hilarity, read it aloud in the voice of Mitch Hedburg.
Warning, avoid September 2005 unless you want to cry like a crying really hard person.
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I come in the house through the garage into the mudroom/laundry room. I stand right there and say 'who’s the first kitty I see???" The first cat to come right where I can see him or her gets all the first nuzzles.
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I do the same thing! Sometimes it’s my husband’s mean kitty who only wants to escape, and then he goes “mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrown!” if I try to snuggle him, and then he bites me. He’s no fun.
I say, “Who needs foodz?!?” You and I are like, twins, except for this part:
