This isn't good...

Katrina listened from the back of the tent, patting both of her PITAs at the
same time with different hands, as Seymour resumed his role as Captain. Oh,
how she loved it when he used that voice to give orders. First chance she
got, Katrina knew she was going have him recite something epic in that voice
before she ripped the clothes off him and-
"I'm hungry," came a small man's voice.
"Me too," came a soft female's reply.
She looked around, not seeing the owners. "Hello?" she said, soft enough so
the meeting wouldn't be disturbed.
"Yes, what do you want?" came the response, but no physical sign of the owner.
Katrina was confused. She looked down at cat PITA, who she realized was
looking up at her. "Uh-did you-? No-" she stuttered at her animal.
"Yes, what is it?" came the male voice again. This time, she saw PITA's mouth
move, the words obviously coming from him.
Katrina gasped. "PITA!" she exclaimed. "You talked! I heard you, understood
you!"
"Not that he ever has anything interesting to say," said the female.
Katrina looked over, watching dog PITA speak in perfect english. She could
have sworn she'd even seen the dog smile.
"Oh, this isn't good," Katrina moaned, covering her face.
"Actually, I think it's terrific," dog PITA gushed. "Now we can tell you want
we want, instead of you just guessing."
"Yeah," cat Pita agreed. "Like when you give us canned food. We hate that
stuff, Katrina. We prefer fresh turkey and fish. And when you try to give me
a bath? Man, I hate that!"
"Well, if you did a better job cleaning yourself, she wouldn't have to bathe
you," dog PITA replied. "I can smell you from two rooms over."
"Quiet, you mangy dog!" cat PITA snapped. "I wouldn't talk. I could smell you
if you were still on the ship!"
With her head spinning, Katrina listened to her animals continue arguing.
(Dr. Katrina Dolittle, at your service)