It's all about the cat

We talk to her like she's a danged baby...something or other, not a baby human, but we all carry on in this highpitched squeaky sounding mishmash of things like, "ooh i wuvems a baby kitty koo-koo..."
Nick gets home at night and it can be 2:ooam and he goes in a real loud whisper, "Mom.." and I'll mumble, "mmmmwha....zzzz"

Mom.
mhmm.
Im home.
good.
Where's the baby kitty?

He finds her and she struggles to get away from him like pepe le pew's girlfriend, but she still gets the "Ooooh baby kitty how are yeew, pweety baby.. I just wuv you..." He even kisses her on the lips, her entire body contorted to find the front door.

I think she hates us.