I trod on Radar TWICE on Saturday. The first time I was in the kitchen and he sneaked up behind me and laid down, all in absolute silence. I stepped back right onto his paw. He didn't make a sound, but I felt all his other paws scrabbling at my foot. He ran off and hid, I cried, I then lured him back and fed him loads of treats (bribing him to be friends again and assuage my guilt, what kind of person am I?
Just a few hours later he did the exact same thing and got trodden on again
You'd have thought he'd have learnt not to lie behind me, but I think really the only lesson he took from the earlier incident was that the pain was worth all the treats afterwards
ETA: I have to say though that the worst thing of that nature was when I was flat/cat-sitting someone else's cats and I trod on her cat's paw. OMG it screamed and scrabbled. Thankfully it was all just a bit of melodrama and the paw was fine and uninjured but I had visions for a minute or two of having to explain to her why her cat was in a cast
That was worse than shutting Sonic's foot in the door. I really am not co-ordinated enough to be trusted around animals.