Poor Boomer got scared out of his wits today. The little Japanese guys from CE came to fiddle with my piece of crap oven today and I was unfortunatley unable to let them in before they rang the doorbell. My poor kitty froze, stuck up the ridge of fur on his back, puffed out his tail, and ran to find a hiding place. I don't know why my little sweety is so scared of the doorbell. He has no problem with people coming in through the front door so long as the doorbell remains silent. I've thought about trying to desensitize him to it by ringing it each time I walk in the door and then hurrying to snuggle him and tell him everything's ok. But I'm worried that he might be conditioned to associate his fear of the doorbell with me rather than be conditioned to associate my cuddles and kisses with the doorbell. Any thoughts? Here are some pics of my poor sweety hiding.