I don't remember the cats ever responding to each other when they meowed. But all they had to do was say something and one of us was there, asking what they needed, and probably getting them a treat.

Not to mention, if you're a gentleman of the orange tabby persuasion whose furrymouse gets stuck under the stove, your dumb brother, Wuggy Norple, can't get it out, no matter how hard you yell. Your mom can and will, once she hears you yowling in the kitchen, and you'll probably get fed too