"Or find you different twolegs," Mothwing repeats. She remembers sort of understanding twoleg language before she'd come to the mansion, but she's not sure how much this cat will get. Susan does tend to say more complicated things than most twolegs. No one here ever seems to say "breakfast is ready" or "get out of my garden," or "come here," which were three of the phrases Sasha had taught Mothwing as a kit.