When I come home and call the boys, they'll both come running (usually), but Archy is the only who who 'talks'. He trills to me constantly, telling me about his day, how he went from window to window following that pesky squirrel or watching the neighbor's cat sun herself. Then he'll tell me about his naps and the lunch he enjoyed and the other nap he took.

Binky, however, says nothing, just walks into the kitchen and rubs against the refrigerator, which is his signal to be fed...NOW.