No One Here But Us Towels

George, the fearless wanderer, who used to roam the countryside for days on end must have seen something unfathomably horrible. Ever since he return home with a - quite harmless - bite mark on his throat he has been scared of everything. The first couple of days he never left my side and even sat on my head (!) during the night, and now he lives in the towel closet, only leaving it to eat and to use the litter box.