Charming as a clean baby

My fella is a cat person in several meanings of the word. Including the fact that he has more than a few toes over the line into the autism spectrum. To say he lacks empathy for people would be putting it mildly in general but he does relate well to the many cats that various women in his life have bestowed upon him. He views my smarty-pants old lady Sheltie with mild alarm but was so kind and good when she became horribly ill with gastric bleeding from eating commercial dog food to which she had developed an allergy. Then, when I got sick and was in the hospital, he actually had to make her food, which entails cooking chicken thighs to a pulp and  removing the bones by hand; a nasty, greasy business that he tackled manfully.  It weirds him out that she understands language and does what you tell her, though. I have noticed that he has started trying to talk to her in dog. She comes up to smell the eau de chat all over his sweatpants and he says to her, "Harfle harfle." She looks at him like a hostile Frenchman at a fat American parley-voooing. I think it is charming that he is trying to relate to her. She finds it charming when he obeys her nose-point signals and gets her a treat from the bag in the cabinet.