Okay, the weirdest thing I've doe in the last seven days? Awakened at 4 AM to answer the telephone. On the other end of the line is a friend with a very distressed cat. The cat's doggie friend had died the night before and the cat was milling around, calling for her puppy. Why was I called? For some reason cats dig me. I understand them, I guess. Not in the "I can speak to cats" sort of way, but in the 'I understand' sort of way. If it had been any other time of the day I would have asked them just what the hell I'm supposed to do over the phone, but it was the middle of the night and I had a distressed friend with a distressed cat. So in my half-asleep wisdom I say "Okay, hold the phone up so the cat can hear.", and I start meowing while thinking really hard about what I would say to a person. When I finish, the firend comes back on the line and says "I don't know what you said to him, but he stoped pacing and is curled up in his owners lap."
So maybe I can talk to cats, but only when dumb enough to try.