We are doomed

Step by step Buster is taking over the place. It was a while ago already that he put up his little bunny flag (a carrot on a green background) in the kitchen, in the bathroom, even in the toilet. Tiles are no longer the way to keep out the might bunny explorer.
There are only two more white spots on his map, one is the room behind the kitchen which is home to two of our litter boxes, the other one are the stairs in the office.

Yesterday however Buster put his little (virtual) helmet on and went to conquer the stairs. As you can see, I was not quite sure about what was going on here.

Mom cut me out of the next picture in which I did a big jump over him, all she caught was an annoyed looking tail. The stairs have been mine from the very beginning and I shared them most generously with my pals. Buster didn't even ask, though! Of course the reason could be that his meow is really bad, practically non-existent.

He came as far as three steps up which didn't amuse Esme who had retreated there to have a bunny-free catnap. Unfortunately our home photographer was too slow once again, so you'll just have to believe me.