"I'm from outer space, too," Jake said as he chewed on the fresh fish he found at the end of the table. Mmm. Delicious. And yes, somehow, through the telepathy, he still managed to give off the impression of talking with his mouth full. Chomp, chomp, chomp.
He blinked and quirked his head up when Kaylee called out his name. If he had facial expressions, he would have smiled. Instead, he twitched his nose and whiskers. Then he licked his paw. Because Jake's mother cat had always taught him to be polite at the dinner table. And politeness included cleanliness. Or cleaning one's paws.
"Oh! Kaylee! How delightful to see you again!"
He'd been so focused on the fish, he hadn't even noticed that it was her. He purred when she pet him. Oooh la la. This was the life.
"I've been meaning to ask you about seeing your ship sometime. Oh, but my apologies, ladies," he interjected, giving his attention to the other women seated at the picnic table. "My name is Zunar J5/9 Doric 4-7. But you may call me Jake."