Chapter Four, Page Six

The yellow one has been driving me mad. I tried to express this to my person with various noises and I believe she understood, although her mother made the mirthful howls that offend me. My person made soothing nonsense noises and I was somewhat mollified. Really, the yellow one knows that my person belongs to me. I do not understand why she insists upon rudely shoving her face into my person's leg and whining for attention like a tiny pup. Perhaps she was neglected by her own mother. Whatever the reason, I remain sorely vexed and shall not let her participate in any Binky games tomorrow.