"Help yourself!" Jake insisted. Really, he wanted another human's opinion on his soup. It was always good to receive criticism. Or compliments. Whichever helped him better.
He certainly was becoming domesticated.
"Oh, all cats can talk. Most just don't have the capabilities of translating the language into human speak. We don't have the vocal cord capacity to speak your languages. And likewise, you don't have the proper pitch to speak ours. My collar allows me to translate telepathically directly into any human mind. It's very convenient."
Especially for a space traveler like Jake. The universe was full of many languages and dialects.
He chewed up another mouthful of tuna. Mmm. Delicious.
"Zen ... This is a form of enlightenment, yes? I think I read about that once. I come from a very scientific minded society. But we have many important feline philosophers. We leave it up to the individual to choose their life path. Some follow science, others a form of zen, you could say."