So I called him up onto his favorite bar stool to have a talk, "cat to man". He listened intently as I explained how he really needs to do a better job grooming himself in between visits to the groomer. But I told him what a good kitty he was, then he bowed to acknowledge my words.
And then he moved in close, stared at me and suddenly began talking. He is very communicative, and squints his eyes as he meows. He looks like something out of the Chronicles of Narnia or something. But he's my boy!