Abbie comes cryin to me when I'm trying to sit down and have myself a read, and it's clear he's not content with the Food Level in his bowl, so off I go to put a few handfuls of kitty kibble in for him, and while I do this I go "Awww, izzums hungry? Izzums tarvin? Izzums tarvin to def?"
Then I stop, catch myself, realize what I've done, and feel absolutely terrible about it.
Not because I'm talkin baby to the cat, but because, well, that's kinda how the little cat went.