My animals seem to think it is social time when I enter the bathroom too. Aha! We have you trapped now! You must pet us before you may leave this room!

It's cute sometimes.

And if I lose a cat (there are hidey places that I can't find), I can pee and find them generally. It's like a summoning spell. From my kidneys.

The leg-pain sprite is visiting me. Again. Something's been wrong with my right hip since I went rock-climbing last spring. It's just a dull ache that runs down my thigh. Sometimes more than dull. Like a twisty pain. Can a sprain last that long?

I'ma hang around and make an apple pie.

When mine does that, Zen, it is tendonitis in my hips. Not fun but also not common.

My left hip is Not Good right now but my rheumatologist is in San Diego and I am not so nobody is going poking into my joint with a needleful of steroids for now.

since I am amused by the way all the animals have to come in and check out what I'm doing.

SO this. Now that I live alone, I just leave the door open. If I don't, I come out and Toto's sitting very sad looking right outside the door.

When 2nd Not!Emily would bring home drunk girls, they would often let Toto follow them in the bathroom and then talk to him while they were peeing. Seriously, it was at least three different girls. Then they'd come out and be all, "Oh! He's so cute! He followed me into the bathroom." And I'd be all eyerolly and, "Yes, we could hear the two of you chatting."

Heh. At my old appt. the bathroom door would close but not latch. Once a friend was over - when she was in the bathroom she was surprised when my cat just pushed the door open and walked in....

The Boy's bathroom door doesn't latch, so when I close it, I tend to have 2, if not all 3, cats *immediately* decide that they need to see what The Female Human is doing in there, and shove open the door, trot in, and then sit on the floor or windowsill, looking expectantly at me. (I'm just glad his dogs are banned from the part of the house with the bathroom, or else I'd be peeing in front of a full menagerie.)

Rupert the Preternaturally Smart Cat would force his way into the bathroom and then demand to be petted. After all, you weren't doing anything important, and there you were, all right at petting level. It was an opportunity, and he'd seize it.

Congrats to Jessica and Ethan! Yay, baby!

I have had a weird sinus thing since June basically which has turned me into a snot monster. I have tried everything, Sudafed, Coricidin, Claritin, Loratidine. Nothing works. What I wouldn't give for a day without kleenex.

Also, DH and I have no problem being in the bathroom together, no matter what's going on, but I must have the bathroom door closed. Always.

Hmm. Just checked, and thankfully my bathroom door will close to with a little effort, though it normally sticks about an inch open or drifts all the way open against the wall. Out of luck if I want to lock it though, so it's definitely not my hiding place of choice in case of zombie plague.

My daughter's cats were the same way, although they had a preference for showing up when I showered or took a bath. Particularly when I took a bath. Tucker would always come and patrol the top edge of the bathtub and sometimes sit with his tail in the water. We would play "fish" with my toes, until his paw got too wet and he'd sit there shaking it off and licking it dry. Silly cat. Neither one of the cats were big on coming in when I peed. They might wander in, but then wander right back out.