Nine times out of ten, just as I'm getting out of the shower, I'm greeted by Ateret and the sound of her most annoying meow. Here she is, looking shocked that I finally caught her in the act. Yes, I've brought my camera in the bathroom hoping to finally document Ateret's post-shower meltdowns. The first time I heard that meow, which is, I'm sure, enhanced by the tiles in the bathroom, I thought she was hurt or somebody else was hurt. No, everybody is just fine.
Then, if I don't move fast enough for one reason or another, Ateret peeks around the corner, leaves and peeks again until I exit the bathroom. With each trip out of the bathroom doorway, Ateret mews pitifully as if I've done something offensive.
It's my theory that she does this to:
(a) Annoy me.
(b) She thinks I'm going to leave the house, so she needs to load up the guilt upon me.
(c) She thinks I'm never coming out.
I tend to stress choice b, and don't think for the minute that the bathroom shenanigans end with Ateret, because they don't. Abbi thinks I can't go potty alone. I've come to expect her to run in and sit at my feet. When you love your cats, what are you going to do?