The other day, when I gave CD a cheesy biscuit, he quacked. Like a duck. I thought it was a cough - the treat too dry and crumbs in his throat. But today he did it again. I quacked back and he responded. Quacking? Or maybe he was barking? Making up for my lack of a dog?
But then, as we began to interact further, he began a series of the 'special' clunks.
I am attending a conference on animals speaking to humans but it seems there is no-one attending who can translate for me which seems very sad.
As is my tendency, I ask stupid questions - like the ADHD kid in the room. But these people are more left-field than my Oxford colleagues so I feel they accept rather than experience pity and/or contempt.
Still, it was great to have CD proving that I matter (kind of... for peanuts...) to someone outside these four walls.
Wow!