Bobby has a lot of fears, including cats.
When I saw this material (plastic tablecloth) to re-cover his bedbed, I wondered if it would scare himses.
He dove (a leap into the air and pounce on it — this is only done a) when he’s expressing joy at a new cover or b) when something has scared him, not terrified him, and he leaps into bed like a little kid) into bedbed and happily panted.
‘Bobby? Aren’t you askert of them catses?’
He cocked his head to the side.
I pointed to a cat. ‘DEM catses.’
He stuck his schnoozle where I was pointing, sniffed, then snorted (a harrumph) and assured me, ‘Sissy, dem ain’t real catses. They’s PRETEND!’