Molly, our kitty, doesn't want anyone else to be a cat... she just wants everyone to recognize her Queenlyness and treat her properly. Molly is quite sure the Egyptians got it right. :-)
At various times of the day, Molly will be stretched out on her Queenly bed in the family room, on the big windowsill. She likes to look out on the birds in the backyard or follow the leaves scattering in the wind. When the dogs are out, she's not quite sure what to do - hiss at them? Watch them in silent amusement? Or, ignore them. Her general attitude is to ignore them. But, I've caught her watching them, too. She's wondering what it's like in that big outdoors. Plus, when they bark at passers-by, she is mostly confused. The dogs know there's someone beyond the fence, but I doubt that Molly does.
When she's not up on her favorite windowsill, she's wandering around the basement offices. When she comes down to visit, she meows her way around. I'm not sure what she's asking me...but I'm pretty sure she's full of questions. It's meow at the kitchen sink, meow on the windowsill behind my desk, meow at the dog beds, meow here, meow there... incessantly! I truly believe she's talking. The look on her face is always one of expectation. No doubt she thinks we're silly, somewhat stupid beings...because we can't understand her. LOL
I guess I love her most when she's in one of her many beds (we have them scattered about the house, same as we do for the dogs)...and she offers me her belly to rub. Oh, she loves her belly rubs, that's fur sure! (much as my fav online kitty Bz Tat does, see this great YouTube video). I love having little conversations with her - she answers every comment or question with a different kind of meow, so we really to 'talk' to each other, but... only Molly knows what she's actually saying. Not even the dogs know how to interpret her 'talk'.
Of course, she only tolerates the dogs. I have hopes that she'll make friends with one or more of them... and not let their racket scare her off, the way it does every time they come barreling down the basement steps... in pursuit of each other. If they see her, they pull up short...and begin their routine of sniffing her from head to toe, which she endures, peacefully, for about 5 seconds. Then, she's off, anywhere she can get to, to get away from them.
It's a lot of fun having a cat around - and I'd love to get another, so Molly could have a 'friend' the way the dogs have each other. But, not this year. Maybe...down the road.