Mika: This Mika's mat. Is not movin.

Kit: Oh, there you are, sweetie. I wanted to ask you something.

Mika: Is Mika with the wants. Mika wants, Kit does. Will accept fish treat if you is wantin to give one of them.

Kit: No, sweetie, I've got a question.

Mika: Can Mika has one?

Kit: Yes, here it is: what's with the mat? Did you hear the rhyme, 'the cat sat on the mat'?

Mika: This Mika's mat. Is lyin down on it.

Kit: I see that, baby. But there's a poem about cats on mats. I'm wondering if you have an interest in literature after all.

Mika: Your questions is confusin. Give Mika fish treat or go away.

Kit: Sorry, sweetie, we're running out.

Mika: Would accept prawn cracker.

Kit: No, those are bad for you. I shouldn't have let you get into our take-away, really. But look, why are you on that mat? It's drafty under the door, the mat's all rough and dusty...

Mika: Mika has thick beautiful coat. Knows not of these draffs you speak of.

Kit: So what are you doing on the mat?

Mika: Is leanin on door. Is nice down here.

Kit: You're kind of a mystery to me, sometimes, honey.

Mika: Mika sensible. Is you the one with the confusles. You calls food take-away, but when Mika tries to take it away, you intervenes.

Kit: Does that mean you want some of our dinner?

Mika: No thank you. Is not hungry. Is happy down here.

Kit: I guess I should stop trying to figure you out and just admire your beauty.

Mika: Aha! You is comin on after all. You gets purr. Prr.