One of the weirdest things I do when I'm reading--as a single internet-dependent cat-lady living blissfully alone--is to occasionally break out into reading aloud in a generic, RP-type British accent. It's partly just for fun and partly to see if I can immediately get a plausible sound. I wouldn't normally confess something this stupid, except that every single time I do it, Winnie Cat gets up from wherever she is napping and comes over next to me, mewing a little. Just now I started reciting a Shakespeare sonnet in the kitchen and she did it again.
So obviously I'm going to be doing it more often.