Wait. Was I supposed to follow Mom downstairs, or was I supposed to wait upstairs? Uh oh. What should I do now? Wait here? Go back upstairs?
Maybe if I just sit here with my back paws uncomfortable squished under my butt, I will become one with the stairs and no one will realize that I'm really not supposed to be here.
Better yet, I'll close my eyes too. 'Cuz if I can't see them...they can't see me.