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Tiger (aka Satan) had a fever as a kitten. The vet told our neighbors he wouldn't be the brightest star in the sky. He sleeps in the middle of the street, plays with another neighbor's rotweiler, picks fights even though he doesn't have front paws, gives us wonder lovies then turns on us like a demon for no reason. That's when my husband gave him the name Satan. Oh...satan is sleeping on my husband's feet at this moment. :oP Har!

He keeps me company in the morning while I enjoy my coffee and quiet time...and talks to me. I swear that cat is human sometimes. We actually carry on a conversation. I just now am realizing that sounds rather strange...maybe I'm the one who had a fever.

Doesn't sound crazy to me.
My cat, al 24 pounds of her, and I have conversations.
Usually consisting of her trying to get my attentiopn and, once having it, trilling at me and nipping me until I, the brainless hairless ape-like lout she takes me for, bows to her highness' wishes and performs whatever menial task she desires.
Usually accompanied by said cat inspecting my workmanship and rather vocally protesting my painful existence...

So talking to the cat doesn't sound crazy to me. Worst part is when they answer and expect you to understand ,"Yeowl.. brrrrip?"