They do actually have a lot of facial expressions.

They're just very subtle. And so you look at your cat and like, are you happy or are you thinking about killing me right now? Every day I'll practice a piano. And Mr. Bad will come up and he'll jump up onto my lap and start hitting the keys. And I don't know, is he trying to be helpful? Is he trying to finish the song for me so we can go feed him? Is that just

playful behavior? I have no idea. Welcome to how-to. Rex Harrison sang, in fact, he won an

Oscar for it in 1967, if I could talk to the animals. Sample lyric, our curse and fluent kangaroo, if people ask me, can you speak

rhinoceros? I'd say of corsorus, can't you? But what of tabby sphinx or Persian? I'd say,

a certain version, a dialect of calico per se. Yes, this is the goal of just about every cat owner of which I am one.

Can we talk to our cats? And can they talk back? The answer is probably yes, but it's the

exchange of information, memes, if you will. That is the hard part. So we are now joined by an

individual who is similar to me.

I have a desire maybe to share a word or two with my cats, you know, to direct them to the TV

if there was a cool slam dunk going on or just to notice the break of light through the window.

Nothing too urgent, but our guest has needs, deep needs. He needs to say something

to his cats. I'm Steve. I do have two cats, and it's Mr. Bad and Vincent. Mr. Bad's name is

obvious. Vincent's is because one of his ears has been clipped.

So is Mr. Bad, is just an acknowledgement to a George Thurgood song, or is he really, shall we

say, less than optimal on the cat behavior scale?

Yeah. I mean, normed for cat behavior, he's probably not so bad, but normed for your typical encounter.

Yeah, I'd say he's earned his name.

He was originally a cat lived on the street near us, and my wife began feeding him at the door

and slowly took him into the house.

And it wasn't until much later we realized he actually belonged to one of the neighbors.

Oh.

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