Yesterday just when I lifted my foot to take off my boots, Filou came running in and just hit my boot. Of course he said it was the other way round and that my boot hit him. He ran out of the room and although I muttered 100 excuses he tried to hide from me under the bed. I was so lucky when some extra treats (there is a malt paste for cats -he's really an addict of that) made him come out and then he came on my shoulder and gave some headbumpies and began to purr.