All Day All Day....Domino Dancing

I have been unbelievably lonely recently. When they come home I am mournful and loud, and not because I am a brat, or a "little dickhead" as she calls me, but because I am sad. She has so frequently wondered how she and others would react if I spoke. They place so much importance on speech, and lips, and structure and order. She sometimes looks at me pityingly and says "poor little thing, you can't experience humour, or laugh, or smile". This annoys me. After all, I don't think it is sad that she doesn't eat raw meat or can't lick her own arse. It's funny how your experience of the world becomes the only legitimate one. As Cyndi Lauper once said; "I had a false confidence that the world had no boundaries."