Scary cat

My parents have a bad cat. He runs away when he can, and I cannot blame him - Eva is one tail-pulling, top-of-her lungs screeching, fur touching baby machine. When the escape is not possible he hisses at Eva and tries to swipe her with his paw when she gets close. Thus we have made a quick entry into the world of toddler phobias. Eva repeats "scary cat" several times a day and she has added "scary choo choo" to her daily phrase book as well. My parents live just uphill from a site of the LA commuter train accident where it struck a car at the crossing, and so now the conductors sound their horn at every intersection - since this is Orange County and the crossings happen, well, every block, you can imagine the noise. I don't know why Eva decided that trains are scary, since she loved them so much, perhaps it is because it is something loud that she cannot see. This is a girl who a week ago screeched "choo choo" for 45 minutes when we rode it from Northbrook to downtown Chicago and she comprehended that she was inside one. She then proceeded to beg us every day to go inside the choo choo, no longer did she want to just look at them. And now she says "scary choo choo" and points at her own chest.