I’m not sure why, but for some reason whenever I am at home, I am not allowed to go to the bathroom without an escort. It doesn’t seem to matter what time it is, either. Whether it’s 2 in the afternoon or 3 in the morning, I am almost always accompanied to the restroom by at least 1 cat, sometimes by as many as 3.
I haven’t yet figured out if they’re protecting me from the bathroom, or protecting the bathroom from me…anyway….
Earlier today, I was in the bathroom doing what people typically do in the bathroom, and Harley was my escort/protector/prison guard of the moment. She sat on the counter while I sat on the…throne…
After a couple of seconds, she suddenly stood up, turned around to face the wall, and very deliberately reached up with her front paws and turned off the bathroom light. She then sat back down and looked at me innocently as I said, “Hey! Turn that back on.”