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Please feel free to substitute iguana, wombat or naked mole rat for your pet of choice in today’s question.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a gentle soul.

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Though he was found wandering the roads by the shelter from which he was adopted, I can’t imagine him ever being a true stray.

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He hides under the bed when company comes.

He runs from the vacuum, my blow dryer and the blender.

Loud noises, the voice of a stranger and barking dogs put him on the edge of a heart attack.

He was even terrified of the Christmas tree.

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But the strangest thing he’s frightened of…

The thing that sends him skidding down the hall in terror every time it’s deployed?

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The white trash bag I pull from a box, shake to loosen and line the kitchen can with. He’ll be halfway across the house… hear that, and run for cover.

It’s bizarre.

So what crazy thing is your pet scared of?

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33 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. Awwe. Poor Lord Dudley.

    No pets now. But one of my cats I used to have was terrified to point she wet herself of the ceiling fan. So, that never went on while I had her.

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      1. It took her some time before she would come out from under the cabinet in the next room. And then she walked with extreme caution, looking up, while entering the room to check it wasn’t on.

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  4. What his Lordship is afraid of, Charlie revels in If I leave a trash bag on the floor, Charlie will roll around in it like it’s covered in catnip. What Charlie is afraid of is, the garbage truck that comes every Weds morning. He hates that thing and will hiss from behind the couch when he hears the breaks. Wayne on the other hand is not really scared of anything that I’ve been aware of. He was a true stray, battle scars and all. Now he lives that life of an aristocratic feline. Three squares a day, furr pops, three beds (like Charlie) and three litter boxes.

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    1. His Lordship will do that when the oil truck pulls up but only because the driver walks to the rear of the house to fill the tanks. True strays like Wayne revel in the safety of a kind house after life on the streets.
      💕

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  9. The garbage bag? I can almost understand that because the sound of them coming out is kinda weird. Poor guy!

    Peanut is so afraid of other dogs, humans, etc, and with her fear, she just acts like a Tasmanian devil and goes in for the attack. It’s embarrassing and frustrating.

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  10. That’s so odd – Miss Frankie Lulubelle was also terrified of white large trash bags – she didn’t wait around to hear me open it up – I had the horrible feeling that perhaps when she was a kitten (we adopted when she was around 6 months old from the shelter) someone stuffed her in one. BB was terrified of the opening segment of a British tv show called QI – the theme music would get his attention, one glance at the tv and he was off like a shot – the fastest that great orange lump ever moved!

    I don’t recall any of my other cats were particularly bothered by anything. Max, my first cat, a Siamese, would stare down the devil himself!

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    1. It’s the shaking open that terrifies him, but by now he knows where they are and what they look like coming out of the box… so he’s off at first sight.
      The tv theme is an odd one.
      Cats be crazy.
      ❤️

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  12. We had a cat years ago who was terrified of thunder, fireworks, and any other loud noise. Sid would run downstairs to the basement and hide behind the water heater until he thought the danger had passed.

    What Sid was NOT afraid of was the neighbor’s dog. He was convinced that the dog was out to get his humans. It was just a cute, friendly little West Highland Terrier who loved everyone, but if Sid saw it trying to make friends with my kids, he would run over and try to chase the dog away. I guess he thought he was protecting them from a vicious predator. Either that or he was just jealous.

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      1. Nope. I’m too distraught to write about it now. We took Shirley to the vet earlier in the week, and from the moment she got back, they have been at each other’s throats, to the point where we’ve had to separate them. It’s called non-recognition aggression, which we’ve never heard of. Not good. If/when it blows over, I’ll write about it.

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      2. I feel you.
        We adopted a wonderful stray years ago, he was loving, sweet, funny… the perfect cat. Except our resident feline despised him from day one. I mean full out rage. Hissing, screeching, attacking… it was bizarre. We tried everything vets and pet psychiatrists recommended but after numerous expensive visits to stitch up war wounds and punctures and torn ears, we had to keep them separated…. at all times. If one was in the living room the other had to be locked in the bedroom. Separate litter boxes, separate feeding stations, it was a nightmare. We thought the animosity would fade over the years but it never did. Sadly the new fur baby was killed by a car. It broke my heart and is why Lord Dudley only goes out on a leash.
        Here’s hoping your situation is temporary. I know how awful it can be.

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