Victorian Flat 3

I had something interesting happen here over the weekend. As posted in "Victorian Flat Two" I have moved to a new apartment. If you haven't read it, I suggest you do so. It gives background on where I live and what has happened so far.

My parents have a cat named Phillip. He actually is "mine" but our apartment does not allow pets and Kyle is not a fan of Phillip. Phillip is a pretty well tempered cat around the age of five. Basically he sleeps, eats and likes to play in running water. That's it. He doesn't like cat toys. He doesn't like to be picked up or brushed. I guess he is just a normal cat (I don't know a lot about cats).

Anyhow, over the weekend my parents' apartment needed some work in the bathroom. Maintenance was coming. My parents didn't want Phillip to be startled by the workmen. They also felt bad because he wouldn't be able to play in the sink. It sounds crazy, but they treat this cat like their second child.

With such short notice, they couldn't get him into Kitty Day care (yes, its real. And yes. My parents call it Kitty Day care). So, they asked if he could spend Saturday with me at my new place. I was a little reluctant since there is a no pet clause in our lease. But my landlord is out of the country for the holidays and I thought I'd take a chance.

They brought Phillip over. I got his food, water dish and litter box set up in the kitchen. Of course he was a little shy at first, but found a nice napping place in our living room. He slept, ate, and slept again most of the day.

Sometime around 5pm he decided to explore. He ended up in the office/spare bedroom. I was in the living room. I started to hear him meow. Not really meow but whine. I figured he had gotten lost and needed me.

I came into the room to find him sitting square in the middle. His whining turned into hissing. He was starting straight up at the ceiling hissing. We're talking one angry kitty hissing. He was so focused on the ceiling. I didn't want to get too close to him, but I wanted to get him out of there. He wouldn't budge. I tried talking to him, patting the floor to come closer to me. He wouldn't stop.

Finally, I got his food bag and shook it. Of course, Phillip, never to turn down food, turned and looked at me. I started to coax him out. He walked out of the room, the whole time his head turned. As if he was looking over his shoulder. I fed him, he ate a little and then he sat in my lap until my parents came to get him.

The only time he moved that day was when I had to get up. As soon as I would sit, BAM right on my lap again.

1. Phillip NEVER likes sitting on my lap. He will always jump off.

2. There was NOTHING on the ceiling. No bugs, no fan.

3. Our ridiculous neighbor was actually gone for the day, so no loud music/movies or "adult films" were playing.

Now I don't know what was going on. Maybe he was anxious to be somewhere strange. Maybe he was just being goofy that day. BUT that distinct stare reminded me of my dog Smokey when I lived in Lisle. Smokey would get this distinct stare at something in the kitchen-very focused.

This might be nothing. Kyle says he's just crazy. Any opinions?