During the entire time that we were downstairs shaving Bug, Cashel was upstairs sniffing at the closed door to the stairwell, wondering why in hell Bug was scrowling and hissing so much. Everytime we took a break and went upstairs, Cash would look at us, fear in his eyes, and ... flee. He was one nervous Maine Coon. When we finished and let him downstairs, the first thing he did was check Bug out to make sure he was still alive. Who else is Cash going to torment? Possibly Cash wishes to represent Bug in the upcoming lawsuit against us.