Sun Mote Copse The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

Fig grinned as he watched her react to the way he moved the strip of bark. He slowed the movements to a near stop to give her a moment to focus on it. He liked to watch her little face and listen to her little noises. He paused when she attempted to turn her noises into some sort of words (or that's what he thought she was doing, anyway), listening attentively to her comment, trying to understand. He realized pretty quickly that there was no use, but still he nodded as though he was totally on the same page.

"You make some great points, Squiggles," Fig told her, his tail wagging though the only glimmer of amusement he showed on his face was in his eyes. He held his serious expression for only a moment before it broke and he smiled as he watched her attack the bark that he'd started to make dance for her again.