A relevant passage from one of my favorite books, “The Autobiography of Foudini M. Cat,” by Susan Fromberg Shaeffer (Grace is a kitten; “Warm” is Foudini’s name for his female owner (her husband is “Pest”)):
*Lately she [Grace] has been trying to teach Warm to speak! She stands on a counter and speaks to her, and Warm speaks back in a cat voice. It is a good and authentic cat voice, but naturally Warm does not know what she is saying, and so the two of them have the most extraordinary conversations. “I smell a squirrel,” Warm says, when what she means to say is Are you hungry again? Or she says, for no reason whatever, “Fly soup!” or “Bird feathers! Go away!” And if Grace asks her, “Why won’t you open that cabinet so I may go in and hunt for mice?” Warm replies, “Twitchy whiskers! Danger!”
“Have that muffin?” Grace asks. “Have that fish? Have that mouse?”
“Male cat smell!” says Warm.
“Have that ham?” says Grace.
“Alarm! Alarm!” says Warm.
They are a tower of babble, those two.*
(This is better if you imagine it being read by David Hyde Pierce, which it was in the audiobook.)