clifffaith
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We had a cat like that when I was in high school in Hawaii. Terrified of strangers. Skittish and afraid of her shadow, Blackie lived in the closet in my parent's bedroom most of the time. She and I got along well, and she'd come to me to give her tidbit treats of whatever snack I was eating at the time. I could pet and brush her, and she was very much at ease, until someone else walked into the room. I left home after high school, when Blackie was about three.
Fast forward about fifteen years. I was visiting my by-then-retired parents, who had retired to Oregon. I was sitting on the couch quietly talking to my folks, and suddenly a ragged, very elderly black cat jumped up on the couch and climbed into my lap, mewing into my face. Blackie was at least 18 years old at that point, had lost a lot of hair, and had been "displaced" by the younger cats as the Alpha in the house. She then spent all of her time hiding in the closet, mainly from those other cats. My folks said they hadn't seen her in the living room in months. She was a sweetheart, and we got reacquainted during my visit. She died of old age a month or so later.
Dave
We still had Lucy when we got our newest cat, Mocha. Mocha learned about stranger danger from Lucy, and we always know when someone is in our driveway about to brave our front steps because Mocha skidaddles down the hall to the closet. When JB Orange Cat sees Mocha run and hide he heads for the front door because he's the official greeter cat!