Lost In Translation

I stood in the doorway looking down at Logan.  He was lying on the floor, next to the cat, stroking his ears.  Every now and then he would whisper something to the animal.

"I'm trying to communicate with him," he said, looking up at me.  

I smiled my best fake smile, careful not to give away the fact that I thought he was insane.  Suddenly, there was a sharp intake of breath.

"Did you see the look he gave me?" he said, looking astonished.  "I must have said a bad word in Kitty."

- 8 December 2014