Yeah, Burt the cat feels like his space is invaded when anyone other than me is here. We live in a very typically small Manhattan studio, so it's easy to understand that he would be territorial.
I've made light of this, but it was truly frightening at the time. I had no idea who was out there, whether or not they were armed, or what they wanted. And when I say that this slamming on the door was loud, I mean it was LOUD. I don't like this one bit, but I have refused from letting anyone scare me into moving out of my home and I will continue to do so. If that means fashioning one of DFK's bats of horror, so be it.