I can see you're doing dangerous things. But if my step sister could just stand directly behind your left heel whilst in a meditative state with an expression rather like a stunned mullet, I shall sit on the table I'm not allowed on simultaneously judging your performance in the choppy-up stakes and reminding you that all animal products have to be sampled by me, preferably in the raw state, to protect against poison.
I will then wait until the second you turn with the Very Hot Thing and stand on my noisy step sister then, as you step-hop sideways and backwards with a FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK and she emits a MRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW loud enough to wake the dinosaurs of the Permian Period, I will leap directly across the path you are taking to try and regain your balance and remonstrate with you about the absence of fresh food in our bowls for at least the last ten minutes.
And then the Male Human will ask if you're alright before walking into chaos and deciding now is the perfect time for him to start emptying the washing machine with a YouTube accompaniment, headphones so he can't hear you and then leave you standing in the living room, holding his plate as he wanders off back upstairs to 'put something away' and immediately starts to check his email.
But don't worry, I know where you can hide corpses. Just check your boots before you put them on to go into the garden first, though. Don't worry, I'll bring you in another one once you're finally sitting down with your dinner.
Myself, my half sister and the Male Human both really like the open plan layout of downstairs. For some reason, you don't seem to be quite so keen on it, though?