Sometimes, I think that the lives of the 2-foots are totally dictated by the light up box in the corner. Every so often, one or other of them seems to be totally taken over by it. This time, it's the one with the fur on the top of her head that's affected, she seems to have become addicted to something called "Hell's Kitchen". For those of you who have been fortunate, and have not had this rubbish inflicted on you, let me tell you what it is about. There is a big room split in half. In one half of the room, there are 2-foots sitting down and waiting for some other 2-foots to bring some food to them. In the other half of the room there are some other 2-foots who are running around, making a mess and shouting a lot. I think they are supposed to be the ones preparing the food, but they don't seem to realise, as no food seems to go out to feed the other 2-foots who all go away dissapointed.

There are two things that baffle me about this. First, what's the problem? One of our 2-foots (the one with no fur on the top of his head) produces our food in a matter of minutes, and then soon afterwards, produces some 2-foot food that they both eat, and as he is an idiot, it can't be difficult to do, so what's the problem with these other 2-foots?

The 2nd thing that puzzles me is why on earth does the other 2-foot (the one with the fur on the top of her head) want to watch these other 2-foots getting everything wrong, when all she has to do is to walk into the our kitchen, and watch the other fool doing it properly?

I know I keep saying it, but even if I live to be 10 years old, I will never understand them!