They never understand what I'm saying. It's seriously annoying. Take what happened today for example.
I was hungry and my family were all sitting around a large wooden block they call the "table" Why should they be eating when I'm not?! Mummy, Daddy, NumNum, BoBo and Tobe. Angrily, I crawled up to the table and started to pull at the long cloth that dangled over the edge. I got it halfway when it was violently yanked back, taken by surprise, I fell backwards. My hard work pulling that cloth was rewarded with that? Slowly, I pulled myself up and started to wail. This continued for 10 minutes whilst my useless family tried to figure out what I wanted. FOOD! I WANT FOOD! IT'S NOT DIFFICULT! I stood up properly and stood on my own two legs, my family offered me drinks, dummy's, toys... why can't they tell that I HATE the taste of dummy's?! I sighed and gave up. My stomach rumbled, I was still hungry...
Slowly, I crawled into NumNum's room, I'd seen her hiding crisps underneath her bed, and I squeezed underneath the bed and reached for the large suitcase I know NumNum keeps her food. My hand suddenly made contact with an object and as I reached inside I heard the rustling of a crisp packet, result! I gurgled with happiness as I crawled back out from under the bed. Suddenly, NumNum rushed in and snatched the packet of me, "Imogen!" she shouted "That's mine!"
Why do they persist in calling me "Imogen"? Is that my name? Then it dawned on me that I had been denied my food once again, I used the bedframe to pull myself up and wailed angrily at NumNum. NumNum simply laughed and picked me up, I heard Mummy calling NumNum from another place, I noticed that she called her "Ellie" Was this NumNum's real name? I think I prefer my version.
Happily, NumNum strode into the kitchen and strapped me into my baby seat, yes! Food at last! Mummy held a spoon to my mouth; I took one sniff and whacked the spoon away. I finally get food and it tastes disgusting? I let out an expressed sigh. Why do I bother?
