My cats are somewhat timid. One is so timid, the day we moved into this house, she learned to hide in the space behind the bottom drawer of the old stove in the basement. She'd spend the day there, and I never knew where she hid. Seven months later, the floor was redone and the stove had to be moved, and a disgruntled cat hopped out. Only then did I discover her top-secret hiding place!
Mostly, my cats just hide in closets or under furniture when people come over, although they're getting a bit less shy. Lately, though, I've had renovations done on the house, replacing carpets with laminate or cork flooring and having walls and ceilings painted. The cats have not been thrilled with this, and I've done my best to keep them away from the main action as renos proceed. But after a month of workers tromping through the house, doors that are normally closed left open, lots of banging and moving of furniture and goods, machinery running at random intervals, the cats are learning to be less fearful.
One cat, Magoo, is very outgoing and affectionate, especially to women. He talks a lot. Mostly, he wants petting or a nice lap to sit on, maybe some cuddling and scratching. And failing that, a really comfortable place to sleep. Preferably one I'd want to sit on or sleep on myself. This guy has taste!
However, big meany that I am, I don't allow my cats to sleep with me (I never have. I don't sleep well at the best of times, so sleeping with a nocturnal animal seems counter-productive) and I won't let them onto my bed or in my bedroom. A couple of my cats are not reliable when it comes to peeing on soft furnishings, especially beds. And one is flat out reliable in that he WILL pee on them, no question, it's what he does. Between that and cats' claws on nice fabric, I just don't tempt fate by letting my cats into my bedroom, unless I've prepared the room by moving anything pee-able off the floor, covering or removing the bedspread, and making sure I'm there to supervise. Even then, disaster has been known to strike. Drawing boundaries and sticking to them has proven to work better for all of us than getting angry.
Last week, the floor was redone in my ensuite bathroom, which meant the door was open to my bedroom most of the day. I covered the bedspread with a sheet. I knew the serious pee offenders would remain in hiding so I was safe there, but not from claws. Next day, the closet got a new floor so the bedroom door was open again. And a third day last week, other work needed to be done in my room. I noticed that Magoo sat at the head of the stairs watching calmly as the workers arrived, but the moment that bedroom door got opened, he uttered a little cry, ran down to the end of the hall and assumed his rightful position on my bed.
Today, one worker came to work on the front stairs. A couple of the cats checked this out, one decided it wasn't nearly scary enough and she wasn't interested. But Magoo, my bed-sleeping cat, sat at the top of the stairs staring at the worker. The worker spoke to him, and Magoo just kept staring. Then talking to him. Not demanding, merely questioning.
Suddenly I figured it out. He was waiting for that bedroom door to be opened! As a dog-loving friend has told me about Schnauzers, "once is a tradition, twice is an ancient tradition." Cats hold the same view. Sleeping on the bed three times in one week, well, it's beyond tradition! It must approach religious observance or a scientific law in its absolute necessity in a well-run universe!
Unfortunately, the owner of the bed did not agree, and Magoo has gone to sleep off his disappointment on one of the decidedly inferior leather chairs in the living room. Poor guy!
I have five cats. They're all related. Their mothers were barn cats on the farm where I used to live. I rescued about 30 over the years, found homes for 18 or so. I kept some as pets. Five of them live with me now. I swear, sometimes it's like living with little furry aliens!