Zylo (the elder statesman): Row, row.roooooooow!
Translation: alright already, finish your coffee, feed me, and then let me out so I can do my morning patrol of the yard.
Squeaky (the baby boy): purr, purr, snort, squeak. Aw come on, somebody pet me, love me, hug me, and then FEED ME!
Zany (the large and sometimes prissy Bengal) says to Squeaky who is rubbing up against her: Row, row, grrrrrrrrrrrr! Translation: will you stop touching me and give me my space!!!!!!!!!!!!!