People talk to cats normally. Cats probably don't care. But if you talk about cats behind your back, it's completely different! Just in the summer, I was bitten by mosquitoes in seven or eight packs one night, because cats were scattered at home and no mosquitoes could be lit in the room. I scratched my body and my cat complained that every day you didn't work, that mosquitoes bit me all over the place and didn't know how to scratch.
The next day, I found no mosquito biting me. I thought I was lucky. As a result, in the middle of the night, he went to the toilet and saw cats jumping down the living room to catch mosquitoes. Cats say they're all out of mosquitoes and don't say no to work.
A few days ago, when I was eating at home, I suddenly smelled like a cat shitting. I was like, "You're not shitting, you stink, you can't eat." The cat came running, looking at me, looking at the food I ate, and then he jumped into the cat's casserole and buried the shit as tight as a hill. But if it comes to find out that I'm not eating, it screams at me and makes me go and shit on it.
After dinner, people talk, Dad says the cat doesn't catch rats, we all say it does, and we see it, but Dad doesn't believe it. That same night, the cat went out and caught a big mouse and brought it back into a glass of water that my father had put on the nightstand. And after midnight, my dad just came up with a glass and he said, "Aah, aah, aah, aah." And then he started looking for cats, and they would have gone away.
There's a stray cat mom downstairs with a super cute, but it looks like a very messy, hairy flower. One day they came down and saw their hands tied and lined up in the sun, eating cats and touching them. And when I touched the small flowers, I said, "The hair of the small flowers is like a mop." Mama looked up at me and looked at the three flowers, and went up and licked the pussy and looked at me. I didn't know it was more like a mop when it took a long time to lick the pussy.
After the cat was raised, there was a little turtle at home, and somehow the cat thought it was our pet. Cats go to see turtles many times a day, pass by them while they play, and even let me give them a little while I cut my meat. One night, the cat was on the floor playing ball, running here, jumping there, having fun.
My dad came by to make fun of it: Treasure. Your turtle is dead. The cat turned and ran to the turtle, found it in the water, turned and scolded my dad.
My cat wakes up every morning and refuses it for any reason. It responds by calling it “whoaah”, as if it didn't understand at all. Later, we found it with a long heart, and everyone in the house got up, and he was screaming behind his ass, pretending he hadn't eaten a cat. When I found out, I opened the trash can and asked him who ate it, and when it was taken apart, I turned back to bed.
If you want to know if your cat can understand people, try to whisper it in front of the cat.