Sam doesn't talk a lot but when he does, it's clearly in distinct sentences. Even my home hair dresser commented on it. I just knew he was asking about what she was doing to me. I explained human hair grows a lot longer than Korats' does so we have it cut to stop it getting a tangled mess and to make it easier to look after. He gave me his acknowledgement short meow and took himself off, curiosity satisfied.
Normally Sam has a wee chat then shuts up. After his stay at the vet's last year, he didn't stop talking for three days after he got back the second time, I got chapter, verse, and Cliff notes! The vet did say as we were leaving "He's quite talkative. I suppose it's the breed?". I'd answered, "They do talk a little". In hindsight, the vet must've thought I was a lunatic if Sam had been chatting like he did those three days! He was certainly a hit; he stank of numerous perfumes and aftershaves.
He finally shut up when I picked up the crate to put it away. He ran round in circles talking at ninety miles an hour. I stood there, crate in one hand, the other on my hip. When he finally took a breath, I said "I know you're really, properly well now and don't need to go back to the vet a third time. I was just going to put it away.". He plonked his butt down and replied "Oh!".
