Hair-related confusion is mutual! He tries Oahkar and Tapap and Voan and Celen just in case.

Nope!

She calls the cat over. It is not quite a cat, on inspection - it's a respectable shade of orange, but otherwise slightly different from Amentan cats. Possibly just a very different breed. She tells the cat something. The cat looks at Aitim.

 - that means the cat is probably significantly different from a cat and not just a different breed.

He tries talking to the cat.

The cat is not impressed with him saying that he is very lost. The farm woman gestures at the cat.

"- can you tell her that I have not encountered cat-based communication before and am not sure how it works."

Apparently the cat can't do that.

The woman sighs and tells the cat something. The cat turns around once. She tells it something slightly different, and then it turns around twice. She gestures at it again.

 - telling the cat to do things causes the cat to do them, and the cat speaks his language? That's - disturbing, but - 

"Okay. Can you do conditionals - can you turn around in a circle if and only if brown is the most commonly occurring hair color on this planet?"

The cat turns around in a circle. Whether this has any bearing on hair colors locally is unclear.

"Could I have food, water, and a guide to a larger city."

Cat looks at him.

Sigh. He pantomimes instead.

Eventually she points him at a well and offers him a half a loaf of bread and some cucumbers.

He is appropriately appreciative. 

Directions to somewhere that is more populated than here?

With a great deal of uncertainty and furrowed brow she points him in a direction.

It is unlikely she's pointing him into the wilderness, so that's something. 

He heads back to Shasali with cucumbers and bread and possibly-confused directions.

She looks at the cucumbers and bread. The baby is asleep on her shoulder.

"Friendly brown-haired farmer, no signs they have invented electricity, they have a means of communication through giving orders to cats but I couldn't figure it out -" he describes the interaction - "I don't think they could really spare much food but she didn't seem particularly anxious to have foreign visitors with unclear demands and didn't hesitate to point me to their well." He tears the bread into a larger and smaller part, offers her the larger one.

Shasali takes the bread and breaks it into pocket-sized amounts and a little to eat right away.

He eats all of his and one of the cucumbers. "I solicited directions and got pointed that way. I don't think she was clear on what I wanted directions to but a city is the easiest assumption anyway. Is she just sleeping or is she unwell -"

"I think sleeping. I might try to give her a little cucumber if I can mash it enough."

He hands her a cucumber. "At three months they should really be breastfeeding." Sigh. "I think. I don't have kids."

"I don't either." She wedges the cucumber in next to some bread, since the baby is currently asleep.

"Can't afford one?"

"I could."

"It's not that you have mild springs."