I talk to animals. I mean, I'm not the kind of person who thinks animals talk back to me, but I do talk to them. I do often think they understand me, and my talking is often in response to their behavior. So maybe, just maybe, you could say that I talk with animals.
Usually it's the normal "hi kitty" for a cat or "hey there buddy" for a dog. If the animal responds, I might end up having a conversation with them. Or ordering them around, like a dog I encountered yesterday, who was not on a leash but whose owner was nearby (he was calling to her, I figured I'd help him out a bit... it almost worked).
Anyways, I was on the phone with my boyfriend last night while taking a walk. I'd been walking for at least half an hour on rather unforgiving terrain (read: my neighborhood). I was tired. I saw a cat.
I don't remember how the conversation went. I do know I interrupted myself many times, switching between the conversations with cat and boy. I do know I was laughed at a bit. Mostly after I was petting the cat (Miles), he started swatting me, and I said something like "oh, you don't like me touching your butt? I'm sorry..."
Or maybe it was more after I told him (the cat) that I needed to go but hoped I'd see him again soon. Could I see you again sometime? Okay, bye kitty.
The cat ran off. I kept walking, pointing myself towards home. Normal telephone conversation could resume. Oh, wow, that's a really pretty flower! ...
FYI, it's summer break time. Blogging will probably be sporadic for the next three months. (Read: I'm playing Minecraft in my computer time.)