In this post from at least two of my old blogs, I share an encounter my family and I once had with a Canadian cat.
One summer back in the 1970s, my mother, stepfather, grandmother, stepniece and I spent a few days in Toronto.
On the first night, we saw a cat lying in a yard relaxing, not unlike the American kitties.
Being a cat lover, I greeted the cat, “Kitty kitty”.
The cat ignored me.
I used all the usual terms of endearment people address to cats; no response.
Finally it occurred to me that we were in Canada, and I said, “Meowez-vous français?”
And the cat looked up and meowed!