You have to have a "sender" and a "receiver" for critter-human communication. Some of us are lucky to have and appreciate the gift. Our dear departed kitty, Edna, who passed recently at 19 years old, could get a hundred different meanings out of "muh-row?" Luckily, I was a fast learner and could always read them. When Edna was in her final illness, we had to apply a thyroid medicine to the inner leather of her ears. She would ask me for this multiple times a day, past the normal dosage. She just loved the extra attention. I don't go so far as to say she knew that the meds helped. Anyway, I would get a closed chapstick and "apply" that to her ears. This made her happy and she would then be contented and happy. I hope somebody reads me that well when I am old and sick.