relievedTake tonight for instance. The 2-foots were out this afternoon, and Millie said to me "Cedric, I don't feel well. I feel all blown up and I'm not hungry". Now anybun who knows Millie would know that this is serious, I mean she's ALWAYS hungry. Anyway, she went off to lie in a quiet corner, but didn't get any better, so as you can imagine, I was quite worried, so I sat by the door waiting for the 2-foots to come home. Now I knew that I couldn't talk to them as they don't understand our language, but I just hoped that somehow I could communicate with them, and do you know what? As soon as they came in they realised that something was wrong. I hopped to where Millie was, and they picked her up and gave her some of that infacol meddy-sin, and within a couple of hours, she was fine again.
Do you think that the 2-foots actually understood me, or was it just chance?
