He is okay. The oven works okay, my grandma has early dementia and turned it on. She refuse s to believe that teflon, smoking, and self cleaning oven s can kill dexter, as if I a m just saying that because I don't like it. My door has a seal underneath, I shoved a towel under there to be sure. She wouldn't let me turn it off. I watched him as long as possible before I left, the timer had 15 minutes left when I called the uber. I hate when she puts Dexter at risk and won t let me fix it. If it were warmer I'd have put him outside or something. I'm going to go crazy.She seems to think of me as a child (literally turned 20 on monday), speaking to me like one and treating my.concerns like a child insisting their fish needs to go to the vet. She goes off on me any time I disagree with her. She yelled at me once beca use i "forgot to turn off the living room light" before going to bed, my brother had turned it back on before she woke up. I told her I got out of bed to turn it off a little after I got in bed, but she kept yelling. She threatened to kick me and Dexter onto the street because I spilled water hand washing a piece of laundry and didn't notice . She won't so much as turn on the oven can when she cooks. I put up a note reminding her to shut the bedroom door before cooking, she immediately tossed it. I'm terrified I'll lose Dexter this way, and it will break me.