I’ll take a dog quoting Shakespeare to some of the “yuts” I see on the streets of DC, any day, any time.
PS: My cats can say “out” so clearly you’re waiting for them to say something else, like “dinner”.
I can imagine that! :-) One of mine communicates, one converses, one demands..and one just squeaks like a newborn because he’s figured out it gets the two leggers in the house to coo over him and the calico to go all momma kitty for him.