I would bet that it’s just kitty vapors. Rizzo is a very laid-back sort of guy, not scared by much of anything as long as it’s in “his” apartment. The vacuum cleaner, the squeaky ironing board…things that have terrified other cats I’ve known… well, he gives them a wide berth, but he’s not scared of them. But his daddy’s red jacket? Terrifies him. Makes no sense. Who knows what they see, where we see common household objects?

But then, I’m of the opinion that there’s no need to depress ourselves with the thought of possible-but-not-certain abuse when there are plenty of plain enough cases out there! Me and my rose-colored glasses, waltzing merrily through life, yep. . .