It must be the weather, because Pouncer was doing the same thing. I was chalking it up to stress, but now I don't know because it sounds identical to what Pouncer put me through. He growled, hissed, was very aloof... refused to let me cuddle, even after tempting him with treats. Then he litterally shredded me to pieces when I tried to clip his nails. The more he fussed, the madder I got and more determined to get those nails clipped... needless to say that when the job was done, there were two very unhappy people (um, one unhappy person, and one unhappy kitty)and one of us had a lot of blood loss (take a guess as to which one of us THAT was )