What is it about cats and bathrooms? I know lotsa cats like them. My Lewis just has to come into the bathroom. My door doesn't close very tightly so everytime I have to go, Lewis trots right to the bathroom. I really don't mind so much, but for whatever reason, he is exceptionally affectionate then. So now we have a ritual going, which of course, I've reinforced.
But I am always amazed as to "Why the bathroom?" as I am just as affectionate no matter where I am; for whatever reason he thinks the bathroom is where it's at. Silly, silly kitty. And then there's Wallace, my toilet paper fiend, who got into the toilet paper... again.
All I can do is laugh as I know better than to leave it out. I have a place for it so he can't get to it but today I forgot. We were gone afternoon and when we came home, there was toilet paper, shredded to bits in the bathroom, hallway, living room and on the couch. Wallace, I'm sure, had a most splendid time.
What could I say? I just told him that I hoped he had fun!