We don't sing to our cats, we argue with them.
Also, conversations with Chloe tend to go like this:
Howl from bedroom: "MeeeeeeYOW!"
DH: "What?" *Pets cat, tells her she's pretty, goes back to computer*
Howl from doorway: "MeeeerrYOW!"
DH: "WHAT?" *Pets cat more, gives her some skritches, goes back to computer*
From directly underneath the computer chair: "MEeeeeerrrOWWWW! MeeeerrOWWWW!"
DH: "WHAT?! Cat, seriously, what do you want?" *Husband is now fully disengaged from the computer*
Meaningful look: "Meeer!"
*Cat walks away to bedroom, plonks her butt back on the bed.*
DH follows and gives her a fifteen minute cuddle and some treats.
This happens at least twice a day. Nine pound cat wins the shouting match with the football coach every time. I'm pretty sure she thinks she's the wife and I'm the pet who takes up too much of the bed.