Yesterday I apparently stared at the front door for over 30 minutes and because Mum could not see exactly what I was staring at, she told me to stop doing it !!!
At the exact same time Ellie was ripping apart her new bed and shoving the soft, comfy innards into corners of the kitchen that would be impossible to retrieve them from at a later date; however this did not appear to bother Mum quite as much as my front door staring, given that she chose to tell me off and not Ellie….it is apparent that I am missing some strange Human trait here where looking at objects they cannot see is potentially terrifying to them.
I think tonight I will try staring at the patch of floor under Mum’s arm chair and see how long she stays seated, too terrified to move…
Sinister Jay xxx