Wuss Puss-es

I don't expect them to be watch-cats, to sit at the door yowlingl (whatever the feline equivalent of barking is,) or to bite the first strange ankle that crosses the threshold. On the other hand, it's beyond comical to watch them slink and slither along the hall as they haul ass under the bed everytime someone knocks on the door!

Doesn't matter what's going on up to the point of the first knock. They can be playing or being petted or scritched. They can be eating. They can even be sleeping, but a sound at the door automatically raises the fur on their hackles and they try to look slick and nonchalant while they beat feet to tuck said derrières under the dark safety of the bed.

One would think that after many times of the same bodies coming through the front door (i.e., grandkids, cleaning ladies, exterminator, etc.) the beasties would be used to them. Nope, not my kitties. Under the bed they go.

What wuss puss-es I have!