Wolfgang, oddly enough, is our most senior cat.
He is the sweetest cat imaginable, but he has phobias.
The tv terrifies him, and the radio isn’t much better – they are Unnatural.
It took him months to settle in when he first came home from the animal shelter.
I had to sit in the laundry room, talking to him and patting him, while he hid in the closet.
(What is that thing doing there?)
The Wolf had a few happy years of living fairly bravely in the house, before the arrival of Sisko the Fearsome resulted in his utter refusal to live in the house.
Recently he has relented enough to begin eating in the kitchen, and occasionally walk through the house from the kitchen to the catflap in the dining room.
He’s even sat in my lap in the living room again, but not if the tv is on.