The other day my mum's cat looked at me and meowed. As I have for
several years now, I understood her perfectly. She wanted to go out, but
not via the window as usual as her back legs were playing up. So I
opened the front door and let her out. Am I really that good at cat
language, or does Steffi have a hold over my brain? Do other owners find
that their cats can manipulate them as easily? She isn't even my cat!
Move over, Jedis!