I had a couple of times on my own over the last week. First, Mum went out to get the paella pan from the basement and she did not check whether the door was on the latch. She came back up with the pan and pushed the door — disaster!! It did not open. And I was still inside the house! For once she had her mobile phone with her so she rang Dad and told him what was happening. I was OK because I was warm, and the radio was playing. But it took over two hours till Dad could get home and open the door: in the meantime a very nice neighbour called Jay offered her a warm place to wait. When Dad got back they came towards the house to check on me and all was total silence. Why? Well I am more settled now that I live in one place, and I get lots of affection from my Mum and Dad. They are amazed that I can behave so well.