I am in my favourite place – outside the toy room door. I am beginning to think that the tall person put the chair there not to keep me out but to keep the little person in. Maybe he does not like the little person running around the rest of the house and making a mess. Poor little person.
We both closed our eyes and made a wish that he will escape from the toy room and we can be together again.
In the meantime, I will visit him often and bring him some food.