Vir Catto, like most meezers, seems to speak well enough for himself (especially on the subject of visiting the vet).
You’re using “normal” ironically here, right? 
I talk to my dog, too. Again, because she responds. In fact, sometimes I talk to myself and the dog responds. (Talking to oneself is fodder for a different thread.)
Maybe this is just the pot calling the kettle black, but talking to a pet seems… obvious. One might say, ugh, “Normal.”
Talking through your pet, especially to filter in your own bullshit while simultaneously distancing yourself from your own comments, is just fucked up.
IMO
I never talk for my cats. I stick to talking to my cats, along the the lines of “Who’s a kitty??? WHO’S A KITTY???”
Then they look at me like I’m am idiot. I can’t imagine why.
Thirded. We crack ourselves up by putting words in our cats’ mouths. When they’re howling at the bedroom door at 8:00 am Saturday, we have kitty theatre;
Max (the demanding one) - “Open this damned door right now!”*
Feather (the whiny one) - “Oh, please, if it’s not too much trouble, could you please open the door, and maybe, if you like, feed me?”
Max - “Open this door and I’ll kill you both!”
Feather - “What Max said!”
What you’re describing, SixSwordS, sounds pathological. Talking for your pets is just supposed to be for fun.
*Cats swear a lot. I don’t know if you all knew that.
SiXSwords, we sooooooooooooooooooooooooo need to hear the story of the The Conflict. Do tell!
Sometimes I talk for my dog, but it’s almost like I’m doing her a favor by interpreting for her. I don’t tend to use the high pitched cutesy voice unless I’m talking TO her. In fact, now that I think about it, I tend to do a Q&A sort of format:
“Who’s the best doggy? Who’s the best girl? Yeah! Sascha!”
“Do doggies like treats? What about Sascha? Does Sascha like treats? Yes, mom, doggies like treats!”
“Are you OK girl? Are those fireworks scaring you? Yes, mom, I’m scared of the boom-boom-boom!”
My god, I sound like an idiot, don’t I? No wonder she looks at me funny.
This is what happens in our house, too.
Aerin(the dumb, nasty, whiny one): I don’t love you! You’re mean! I’m starving, and if you loved me at all, you feed me! I’m a good cat!
Bailey(the dumb angelic one): I wuv you. I’m starving. What’s that? In my bowl? Not food. I wuv you. May I sit on your head?
Aerin:I’m gonna run away from home! I don’t believe in trucks and cars! I’ll be fine!
Bailey: Your head? May I sit? I wuv you.
I don’t, but a former co-worker of mine spoke for his Rottie, and he was hysterical. (of course the guy missed his calling and was a complete comedian in almost everything), but his dog’s “voice” and what he chose to talk about was too funny.
I talk to my pets, not for them. I don’t know why, I just like to.
The other day I was cursing at the ice maker in the fridge. I was alone in the room and my husband came in and said ‘who are you talking to, the dog?’ I said no, the refrigerator.
You know you’ve lost it when you start talking to appliances.
Nahhh. It’s when they start talking back that you should seek help.
My wife and I do this for mild entertainment. We have two cats with very different personalities, and very different voices and attitudes when we speak for them. It’s like we are interpreting the cats’ thoughts for them when we speak.
One of them is a smart cat who doesn’t hesitate to throw dirty looks at you or scamper away when you try to pet her. However, she is extremely happy and social, coincidentally right around feeding time. Her “voice” and personality is sort of like Cartman from South Park. She often says cold and cynical things. If she runs away when you try to pet her, she might say something like, “Don’t touch me until you grow a new face, stupid.” If she is nice around feeding time, we say things in the fake Cartman pretending to be nice voice like, “You know you’re my best friend, right. You can fill my bowl now.”
The other is a slightly overweight sweet lover who always wants to be near you, even if that means sleeping on your head, but she’s not too smart. Her voice is more whiny and insecure. She always says the sweetest things, which don’t always make sense, but are always well-intentioned. I can’t think of a good example now, but she might say something like she wants to share her cat food with all the animals in the world, but she isn’t capable of understanding that most animals wouldn’t even enjoy cat food.
Neither one is subject to baby talk.
Sometimes, my wife and I do communicate through the pets. If I’m in a bad mood, for example, she will get the dumb cat to say in a very concerned voice something like, “Mommy, why is daddy grumpy?” My wife will respond to the cat, “I don’t know.” Sometimes channeling conversations through the pets is quite constructive.
I need to add MST with parrots to my life. They have different enough personalities. It is an opportunity to add a whole new layer of mild eccentricity to my household
Everyday of my life that I have gone to work I have been wearing underpants.
Bingo. Plus, they like it when I am talking. There’s always the chance that I wil say some word that, through tortured dog logic, means “Hey let’s all go to the cookie jar!”
Yeah, that’s the kind of thing we do, too. Very mild criticism or good-natured needling is often channelled through our pets.
That’s the spirit, conurpete! Everyone needs layers of eccentricity, in my opinion.
[aside]Pet peeve (pun intended): when people refer to me as my dog’s daddy![/aside]
I guess I can see two people in a relationship finding different ways to communicate. It’s par for the course.
Maybe what I’m looking at is “normal” behavior that has tipped over into some bizarre, borderline schizophrenia.
My sarcasm detector is on the fritz, so I’ll assume you’re being ingenuous. (I’m not sure everyone agrees with you though.) If I were to relate the story I would make a new thread for the pit. However, this thread has been very helpful. Behaviour that constitutes nuttiness in one circumstance doesn’t necessarily mean that everyone who behaves that way is nuts.
Why does everyone always think I’m being sarcastic? 
It’s Surly Chick, not Sarcastic Chick. I am eagerly awaiting your pitting of the incident!
Nothing personal. It’s the SDMB, I infer a little sarcasm in every post I read whether it’s there or not.
I’m trying to write up something to put in the pit… I’m a slow writer though.