"What is bothering you?"

I wake up every day and you're there. You take care of me, feed me and love me, I couldn't be happier. Although, you're not as happy, Celine. I see you moving around looking sad and crying but I don't know what's wrong. I don't know how to cheer you up or support you and you don't seem to be getting better. I can't keep seeing you like this.

"What is bothering you?", I said.

Celine on the couch freezes thinking the movie had an audio issue and rewinded to check but before she gets the chance to play, I ask again, "What is bothering you?". Realizing the words came out of my mouth she panics, jumping away as she tries to process. 

"What is happening right now? Wilbur? You spoke to me?", she said.

"Yes, I did.", I said.

"Oh great, I thought I was hallucinating or going insane."

"Well, you're taking this well."

"Believe it or not this is not the craziest thing that has happened to me in the past two weeks."

"Okay, then. Great! What is going on? What is bothering you?"

"Aw thank you, Wilbur. Wait! How can you talk? Have you always been able to do this?"

"Pretty much, I believe. I do 'meow' as I have been doing but I started mimicking you and shows finding out I could make out the words. I have essentially been learning as well to build my vocabulary."

"Oh, really? You should have said something, I would have helped you learn. We would have had great lessons. So, you're like a parrot or baby but a cat. Fascinating! I won't tell the government, don't worry."

"Why thank you, I definitely owe you one."

"How come you haven't spoken all this time?"

"I didn't want to change the dynamic of the relationship or frighten you but I decided to because I am very bothered about you."

"Oh, the dynamic won't change. In fact, you just made it more interesting. You would be able to tell me if you want something different to eat, want to watch a movie or walk or anything. I would be able to acknowledge and respect your stated feelings. This is amazing! Thank you for worrying about me, I have just been having a bad go at it all really."

"Thank you! I'm glad I did then. How bad are things going?"

"The summary is my work, passion and relationship are dead but this is just a hurdle in life, I'm told."

"And you're still jumping over them.".

We hug and I'm glad I talked to her. I'm also glad she didn't panic too much. I hear her stomach rumbling and we pull away before she fixes a meal for us. I go to use the litter box in my room and hear the apartment door open. I say "Celine, are you going to throw the garbage away?" and get a hesitant response saying "Oh, no not yet". I hear a different voice asking who spoke while giggling and I came out to see who it was. 

"Oh, hello Margaret", I said. She looks at me with both fear and concern before screaming. She hides behind Celine saying "Wilbur spoke! He spoke! He spoke!". She is irritated by Celine's calmness and questions her inexplosive reaction. Celine tries calming her down but she doesn't seem like she's taking the words in. I try to talk to her moving closer to them and she screamed even more now having a panic attack before she fainted on the kitchen floor. Celine carries her to the couch in the living room trying numerous things to resuscitate her. Margaret wakes up and calms down. She said she had a nightmare that had a cat randomly speaking to her before killing her. She did point out it wasn't me or a cat that looked like me, she was just terrified about the alignment of both things. Celine thanks her for the surprise visit to check on her and cheer her up before she informs her about my talking ability. After it all, all Margaret said was "That's cool. Hello Wilbur!" and I said, "Hello Margaret.".