When Zachary comes, the cats have to be shut in the basement because that’s where their food and litter is.  We lock the basement door so Zachary cannot fall down the steps.  Any day now, he will learn to open doors and falling down steps would be a very, very bad thing to have to explain to his parents.  We put a pet door, as you can see, but they won’t use it.

Here is Zachary talking to the cats in his own 17 month old baby language and trying to rescue them, it would appear…..

…..Grandma, can you help me???…..

…..one last-ditch attempt…..

…..and finally, like any good rescuer, he picked up his cell phone and called for back-up.  My gosh so cute – just amazing that he picked up the phone after all of his efforts had failed.