"Pam Johnson-Bennett is the queen of cat behavior!" -- Steve Dale, author of My Pet World The author of Catwise , Think Like a Cat , and Cat vs. Cat , Johnson-Bennett sheds light on the communication breakdowns between cats and their humans. In this offbeat and illuminating book, feline behaviorist Pam Johnson-Bennett , takes you on the wildest house calls of her career. Meet Mambo, the cat who attacks his owner, but only on Sundays, and Bonsai, the cat whose dislike for the new boyfriend becomes very embarrassing. What secret does Freddie know about his owner's new wife? These stories--each of which unfolds like a mystery--will help owners better understand the ever fascinating cat psyche. 'Doggone it, I'm supposed to be an expert myself--and as always, I've learned from Pam Bennett-Johnson. She's the queen of cat behavior!" --Steve Dale, author of My Pet World Pam Johnson-Bennett hosted the Animal Planet UK series "Psycho Kitty." She is best-selling author of 7 books on cat behavior. With a career that began in 1982, Pam is considered a pioneer in the field of cat behavior consulting.  Pam was vice president of the International Association of Animal Behavior Consultants and the founder and longtime chair of the IAABC cat division. She served on the American Humane Association's Advisory Board on Animal Behavior and Training and the American Humane Association Cat Health and Welfare Forum. She is also on the Advisory Board for Tree House Humane Society. She lectures worldwide at veterinary conferences and animal welfare organizations. Pam is the recipient of numerous awards, including the Winn Feline Foundation Media Award and the IAABC cat division award. In addition to her work with cats, Pam is the co-author of Cookies for Dinner. This book chronicles the funny and often embarrassing side of motherhood. The sequel to Cookies for Dinner is set for release in late 2015/early2016.  Pam owns Cat Behavior Associates, LLC. Website catbehaviorassociates.com Excerpt Tiki's Mysterious Mood It was ten o'clock on Thursday night, and I had just gotten home from a late dayof client appointments. My head throbbed, and my empty stomach was grumbling. Iwas looking forward to taking a hot shower, grabbing a little snack, and thensettling into my comfortable bed. It was another half-hour of checking my phone messages and returning severalcalls before I finally made it to the shower. As is usually the case, thetelephone rang the moment I had a head full of lathered shampoo. Turning off thewater, I stuck my head out of the shower to listen to the message. "This is Margaret Taylor," a voice said urgently. "I've called everywhere. Idon't know what to do. The animal hospital gave me your number. Please call me.My cat attacked me. I've locked myself in the bedroom. Call me right away." Sheleft her phone number and again pleaded for me to call. I hurried out of the shower and over to the answering machine to jot downthe number. "No dinner tonight," I said to myself as I dialed the phone. "Hello?" said a frightened voice. "Hello, this is Pam Johnson-Bennett. Is this Margaret Taylor?" I could tellby her frantic tone that it was. "Oh, thank goodness you called. I don't know what to do. Tiki's out in thehall growling," she said under her breath, and then she began to cry. "Please,can you come over?" "First of all, are either you or the cat injured?" "He bit me pretty hard, but I'm okay," she answered, trying to pull herselftogether. "I just can't believe it. Why is he acting this way?" I asked Margaret Taylor to tell me exactly what happened. Tiki, her four-year-old Siamese cat, had just launched a seeminglyunprovoked attack on his owner. According to Mrs. Taylor, she was in the livingroom watching TV, when she heard a noise in the kitchen. Her husband was out oftown on business, so she went to investigate. When she turned on the light, shesaw Tiki crouched on the floor in the corner. The instant the cat saw her, helet out a screech and lunged at her, wrapping himself around her leg and bitinginto her calf. Mrs. Taylor screamed and had to forcibly pull Tiki off. He thenbolted out of the kitchen. Shaking and confused, Mrs. Taylor went to the bathroom to check her wounds.After cleaning one bite wound and several scratches, she looked around the housefor Tiki, but couldn't find him anywhere. She decided to phone her husband andtell him what had just happened. Deciding to use the bedroom phone so she couldsit on the bed, she stepped into the darkened room and flipped on the lightswitch. Again she heard that same screeching sound, and suddenly Tiki wascharging at her again. Mrs. Taylor managed to pull the cat off her a second timeand tossed him out into the hallway. After slamming the door, she ran to thephone to call her neighbor for help. There was no answer, so Mrs. Taylor called her veterinarian. The after-hoursrecorded message referred her to the local animal emergency hospital. The doctorshe then spo