"I know a cat who isn't in a shelter but needs rescuing."

"- a live one? Who, where?"

"His Twolegs call him Perĉjo and even though he doesn't like it he doesn't have anything else to be called.  I had some other Twolegs first but then they took me to this other family and I don't know why.  I got outside a few times and I always came back eventually because I didn't want to die from starving or cold or dogs, except a few seasons ago a car hit me.  And now it's better because I don't get picked up when I don't want or put in strange places or dragged out of safe ones so maybe I should have done that sooner."  It's clearly a well-rehearsed speech.  ". . . Except now you're here so maybe you would have rescued us anyways.  I don't know if you would have known to."

"I mean, I'd try, but I don't think there is already a good way to get ahold of every cat in every home to check them for being able to talk and it'd take some doing. Do you know where, like, was it London or Chelford? Were you two acquainted with other cats who'd know how to find the place, if I ask around? Do you know the Twolegs' names?"

"I don't know; I knew other cats around my first Twolegs but the new ones didn't let us outside.  One of them might've been called Dad.  But the words leader baby said you had ways to find things out by making things?  Why don't you do that?  Or - what do you need to do that."

"I don't think 'Domino's erstwhile twolegs' will be a conjurable parameter. I could probably find where you got hit by the car, if you can tell me how far away that was, and then you can describe the house for me."

". . . I think I can make the house in the dream, would that help?"

"Yes, it will, especially if you can do it in a lot of detail from the outside."

"Okay pet me more while she does that."

Domino hops off the couch and onto a fencepost, where she focuses her attention on the space behind the facade.

Petpetpetpetpet.

"Can you talk to dead Twolegs too?"

"Yes, though they do a thing where a lot of them blend themselves with other dead Twolegs so a couple dozen of them or whatever will be a new larger person with the memories of all of them."

"What?"

"It's really weird, I think the cat afterlife is mostly better apart from the thing where I can't bring you back. So I can talk to dead people but the humans may be merged with other dead humans."

"We're very close to being able to bring back a very small number of cats.  Somewhat."

"Somewhat?"

"They'll have to start over as a kitten and depending on some details in the final steps we might only be able to do it to living cats."

"Awkward. Well, if you asked because you want me to pass a message to a dead human I can do that."

"I love my housefolk but they were very confusing.  I thought they might have things to say to me, if they could."

"Okay. I can try to find them just on the basis that they were yours but it'd probably help if you knew when they died and stuff."

"Barry died five years ago and I don't know if Fiona has.  If she did it was in the past two years."

"I will try to find him and ask him about her, then." Pet pet such soft cats.

"I want you to please tell my housefolk Anna that we're working on trying to get it so dead cats and humans can interact with each other.  Or maybe also the rest of my housefolk but I think they're all still alive."

Cam starts writing things down; he can't take the writing back with him but it will give him something to study while he is petting cat.

"Do you think we might be missing any important magic-work for making cat lives better?"