Ever since his defeat at the paws of the simple, boot clad, talking cat...he's paranoid that a number of interactions will up and attract the cat, and that it'd return to trick and humiliate him once more. So, no matter how much he hates the uncomfortable bedding and bed sheets, keeping up with a plain face and personal appearance, mild mannered behavior, the cheap tea leaves, the cheaper and less competent servants, [s]the not visiting whorehouses for crazy nights[/s]...that cat really messed him up, and he simply can't return to his past life without his fear being wildly amplified.