Evy frowns at the bird, then glances down to where her cat has a tailfeather between his teeth. "Really, Mewby," she says, trying to shoo him away from the bird, "you're startling our guest."

She tries not to talk to the cat like it's as bright as any human (and sorry, Evy, but it is not) when others are around, but who's a bird going to tell?