Captain's Log: Day 8

Today, I must be brief. I believe my expression should communicate any lapses or shortages in my verbiage. I am truly upset. Grandmother Robinson has knit me this lovely cap, in which First Mate calls me "Pumpkin". She has told me that today, on Halloween (what strange names they conceive of), other humans will also be donning holiday apparel. I have yet to see a single other human wearing a cap similar to my own. I believe that she has misled me. I am the only Pumpkin.