Okay, so we have J's cat while he whiles away four lovely weeks in Spain. He dropped the cat off on Monday; after he left, Mittens crawled under the couch and stayed there for about 24 hours. He only comes out when we're sleeping, when he "knows it's safe."
Poor psycho cat is so scared that he hisses whenever we come near (after meowing plaintively to get our sympathy) and then lashes out with his unclawed paws. He "got" B. this morning from under the bed; B wailed a shoe in his general direction; and Mittens stayed in there until about dinnertime.
I don't mind if the cat chooses to lurk for four weeks, but what's unnerving is that he hides in dark corners (of which our apartment has MANY) and you have to look where you are going constantly, so you don't startle the little creep and get slashed.
Yeah, I'm no ailurophile. The downstairs cats had me convinced that I was - but I'm back to the reality of cats and the reality of my ailurophobia.
Posted by otto0114 at September 9, 2004 08:48 PM