Every night our conversation goes like this when I get home, as he's always by the front door when he hears my car:-
Me: Hey Maxy bubs, how's my baby boy?
Max from t'other side of the door: Meow
key then goes in lock, much more meowing.....
Me: You don't want to come out, its cold and dark.
Max: Meow
Me: (door now open): Hey Maxy look at my nice handbag, isn't it lovely, yes you really want to look at it, come on then, out the bloomin way.....
Max: Waaahhhh