If you ask Stella if she wants to go to the toilet, it usually results in lots of barking.
So when you need to ask her at 330am if she wants the toilet, it's a bit nervewracking.
I have a babygate on the stairs to prevent her coming upstairs. This was started as soon as she moved in due to the imminent arrival of the Cyprus 6 and not having a clue how they would get on. I thought, cunningly, that it would give the cats some space from Stella. It actually gives Stella space from the cats....
But I digress. Stella is very good, and 9 times out of 10 the babygate is left half open. Mainly because the cats are too stupid to work out how to get through a shut babygate (jump, you lazy little gits!) despite being bloody experts at getting out of a locked cat flap. Luckily the babygate was left open the night she had a poorly tummy. She came up at 330 am and woke me up. I sent her downstairs and went back to bed, for at least a whole nanosecond. And then she was back up.
Luckily I realised she needed to go out, and she responded quietly, rather than her usual demented response.
But letting her out is usually cause for a noise abatement order, particularly at 330 am....so I had to take her out on a lead to make sure she didn't rush out to protect her garden from the monsters that she thinks live there.
I'm so very glad I didn't ignore her and get up to the most destroyed carpet in the world. At stupid o'clock, in nothing more than a nightshirt, I was stood in the garden listening to the world fall out of poor Stella's bum.
Only, it wasn't the garden I'd just stood in..............
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