The cats I live with are rude bastards. When I’m in the bathroom washing my face, my hands, or brushing my teeth, they’ll force the door open with their little kitty heads, look up at me as though they’ve walked in on some foreigner’s horrible pagan ritual, and then meekly back out. But if I’m sitting on the toilet, they scratch on the door until I open it, plant themselves at my feet, and attempt to use their eyes to phase-shift the fluids in my skull into ice. Not for pets or scratches. Not for treats. Probably not even for sport or simple personal diversion.
Why? Why do they do this? What dark thoughts do their little kitty hearts pump throughout their bodies?