I was asleep on the kitchen floor, belly pressed against the cool tiles. The car door slammed and my head sprang up. I heard the crunch of feet on the gravel, the jingling of keys, and the creak of the front door as it swang open. I frantically looked around for something to grab, and settled on an old lonely slipper half sticking out from under the sofa. The two of them came in, as they normally do, and their tired voices greeted me kindly. I excitedly weaved between legs, and craned my neck to sniff what they had brought with them. A new and exciting mix of smells came from the basket - not of food or clothes, but something else. They cautiously lowered it to let me see inside, and I felt a hand on my collar restraining me slightly as I pushed my face inside to investigate. A tiny person, wrapped in blankets, eyes screwed shut. I’d never seen one this small before. I wanted to smell more, greet and lick this new tiny person, but the basket was pulled away from me and hoisted up onto the kitchen table. I jumped and span in excitement at this new arrival, and I noted that, curiously, not once had anyone acknowledged the slipper I had brought or tried to take it from me. Then, everyone went upstairs. At the bottom of the stairs is a gate that I don’t know how to open yet. I have tried to tell them this but nobody seems to pay any attention, I suppose they just think I’ll figure it out myself. In my excitement I was left alone at the bottom of the stairs, making noises of excitement. Every day is a surprise. Yesterday I had no idea that humans came that small, I’ve seen small ones of course, but not _that _small. I sat at the bottom of the stairs probing the gate with my paw. I could smell all sorts going on upstairs and I was desperate to go up and see what was going on. I was also starting to get hungry and I wondered when it would be time to eat. I stayed at the bottom of the stairs for a while before making my way back in the kitchen and curling up in my favourite spot on the floor.