My cat not only hates me, she is also extremely strange. This evening I witnessed to weird behaviors. First, I noticed her [i]playing with the door[/i]. It was almost ghostly, because from where I was sitting, she was hidden behind the sofa (which is why she was comfortable enough to play in my presence: she couldn't see me either). There was the door, swinging merrily back and forth. Actually mostly it was heartening, because other than running around in the middle of the night, I didn't think she played at all.
The second weird thing happened a few minutes ago. I could hear her scraping in her litter box for a few seconds, then I would hear the sound of her crashing up the stairs. Soon after, I heard her dashing down again, another brief scratching episode, and another hasty retreat. This drama went on twice more before she seemed to spend the necessary time and nerve to excrete.
My theory on this is that the first few forrays were feints. I may have surprised her at some point, and now she no longer feels safe relieving herself. God, she's riddled with fear I feel like I should have named her "The American Public."