I'd swear they think we have some super power that allows us to read their minds or view the world through their eye sockets.Just now...
To set the scene, I'm half watching Marr on BBC, half perusing these fine pages sitting in the living room at the front of the house. The sun is out in Scotland, the weather pleasant. The dogs and cat are nowhere to be seen and the back door (not visible from my chair) is open.
Other Half: "He missed that one."
OH: He missed it."
Me: "Who missed what?"
OH: "Tinker (the cat)"
Me, trying to draw the blood from the stone: "Tinker missed what?"
OH: "The bird. He jumped for it and the bird flew off."
Me: "Oh. How was I supposed to know what you meant by the random "He missed that one"?"
OH: "Well, you should have known what I meant...."
<imagine that . . . . shudder>.
Worse still they may think we can do this because they can.
Nah! Maybe not. She'd have murdered me in my sleep by now if she could do that.