I call Texas "Lord Underfoot"...cause that is where he usually is. I stepped on his paw the other morning, and of course, he screamed as if it had come off...Think that got him out of my way? Oh no. Three minutes later, his head got shut in the fridge!!! Where he was busy checking out the contents!!!!! I wondered why the door 'bounced' back open...he he he..I assure you, he is fine. But, I did suffer from guilt. AND as I tried to go to him, to pick him up and formally apologize, of course, he ran like I was a monster!!!!