Bonus Cat’s idea of hell: when my daughter has a friend over. Particularly this friend who is a BOY. He is an ACTIVE boy.

When the kids moved their play outside, he thought the coast was clear, but no. They came back inside just as Bonus Cat ventured out from hiding. He and the BOY came face to face – they both ran, one toward, the other away. They both wiped out on the hardwood floor.

Poor Bonus Cat wouldn’t even come out for dinner; the trauma of an afternoon of BOY was too great.