Damn straight they know too much. They know where you stash the chocolate. They know your opinion of telemarketers. Especially the robo calls when you've just gotten out of the shower. They know which movies make you cry and which commercials make you cringe. They know just which combination of batting eyelashes (if they had eyelashes) will get an extra spoonful of the good stuff. And they know, all protestations to the contrary, that you are really just a big wuss who is firmly wrapped around their furry little paws.