When we are there full time, we are going to keep the cats in the back of the house, so they won't be able to get near the fire place, but he seemed very curious about it so I let him be adventurous.
Later that night Forrest and I were hard at work in the house with the cats roaming the halls. Forrest left to go to Lowes and after a while, I realized I hadn't seen Stella in some time. I searched everywhere and couldn't find him. There really aren't that many hiding spots, as there is no furniture in the house, so I was panicked. When Forrest got back, I had him climb in the attic access and dig through the insulation to look for him, but nothing. I was running around outside like a crazy person when Forrest said we needed to be calm and think. And that's when he remembered the above picture. I ran to the fire place, looked up, and heard the most pitiful meow that has ever been uttered. However, the meow was coming from below, not above. Poor scared kitty had hidden underneath the gas logs and refused to budge!
Forrest had to take them out one by one until we could reach Stella. He was covered in soot and trembling with fear. Looking back it was pretty funny but I was so worried about the little guy. I'm hoping that he will get more comfortable when we arrive with the dogs tomorrow. Wish us luck!!