This is a picture of me in the old days, when I could roam around my house, look in drawers and find different things. I even liked to go upstairs then and nose around and my Mom didn't even care if I did.
Now its a little different. I LIVE upstairs, and come down to a gated area, to eat and drink. Everytime I do, this face greets me. When she is in the house, she stays by the gate, JUST IN CASE I might come downstairs and JUST IN CASE the gate might fall down and Stella could "play" with me. I can't imagine anything worser. When I come down, I go right to the gate and meow at her, so I show her I am not afraid of her. Oh, but I am, so scared. My Mom says I don't have to be, she will always take care of me. But she is the one who brought that DOG here! She said she knew I grew up with a dog and I did but it was a fat, lazy little cocker spaniel who didn't even like to move around much.
So I am comfy upstairs, and I get good eats and all that. I just wish Stella would go away, thats all.
Good wishes to you all,