Scaredy cat
Sometimes I am a scaredy cat - as Joan calls me. For example, the other day I was freaked out by some noises that Joan could not hear. There was something weird going on in the backyard so had to huddle at Joan's feet while she worked on her computer.
Joan thought me to be acting very strangely as the only other time I huddled under her desk was when there was a guy here using an air compressor to install cabinets. Joan told her friend that if she still lived in California and this happened, she would suspect that we were going to have an earthquake since animals know about earthquakes before they happen! Sometimes they run away or howl really loud - but in my case, had it been an earthquake, I would have been in one of the safest places - under a table. I'm not sure there would have been room for Joan under there, too, but I would have done my best to accommodate her.