Cat Logic, as imagined by me.
Fact: All things belong to cat.
Fact: Change is different.
Fact: Different is wrong.
Fact: Wrong = evil.
Postulate: Since all things belong to cat, all things must never change, because change is different, different is wrong, and wrong is evil.
Conclusion: If something inexplicably does change, IT IS EVIL AND MUST BE AVOIDED.
Poor Matt. When water was dripping from my downstairs ceiling over The Television *angelic chord*, I was forced to move it lest it get damaged. To move it, I had to move the recliner next to it.
Matt won't even enter the living room. IT IS EVIL! He peeks in around the corner, his eyes wide and turns in terror and flees. So he huddles in a frightened cat-loaf on the rug in the kitchen.
<sigh> I don't know that he will live long enough to ever fully trust me/his new situation. :) When my friend Ian (
ian_smith) visited for one single day after Dragon*Con, that tainted the entire house with evil, Ian-scented change/difference/wrongness/evil, and it took him almost two weeks to trust any room other than the one set of rooms Ian never "infected" with his evil Ian-ness: my bedroom and office. I opened the smallest, darkest closet in the house (in the corner of my office) for him to hide in until he was able to show his head in "public" again.
Not that his past experience hasn't primed him for mistrust. In his experience, when things start moving around, they will shortly begin to disappear.
Fact: All things belong to cat.
Fact: Change is different.
Fact: Different is wrong.
Fact: Wrong = evil.
Postulate: Since all things belong to cat, all things must never change, because change is different, different is wrong, and wrong is evil.
Conclusion: If something inexplicably does change, IT IS EVIL AND MUST BE AVOIDED.
Poor Matt. When water was dripping from my downstairs ceiling over The Television *angelic chord*, I was forced to move it lest it get damaged. To move it, I had to move the recliner next to it.
Matt won't even enter the living room. IT IS EVIL! He peeks in around the corner, his eyes wide and turns in terror and flees. So he huddles in a frightened cat-loaf on the rug in the kitchen.
<sigh> I don't know that he will live long enough to ever fully trust me/his new situation. :) When my friend Ian (
Not that his past experience hasn't primed him for mistrust. In his experience, when things start moving around, they will shortly begin to disappear.
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I sometimes think of cats as tiny, furry, autistic children.(and, come to think of it, autistic children as cats in people form)
It helps me relate pretty well. You're right. change=evil. They like their routines and their stuff exactly as it is.
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Scout does not deal well with change, either. We got a new couch/chair ottoman for the living room about two weeks ago, and after we got it, he'd stand in the dining room doing the head-bob-dance and then run away. Took two days to come back in the living room, and another two before he'd even contemplate getting on the couch. CHANGE BAD.
Don't worry too much about your feral. A friend has a cat, Crazy Eddie, who was not only a feral for the first year of his life, but spent the next seven in a no-kill shelter and was regarded as unadoptable. Said friend took him home and worked at socializing him. He's now the type who will sit in her lap, and not run and hide from new people. He's not especially interested in new stuff, but he's LIGHT YEARS better than he used to be.