I've lived alone for a while, so I don't bother to close the door. I started it when I lived in a condo that had wallpaper, and the landlord asked us to try not to steam up the bathroom to keep the wallpaper intact. Since then, I never close the bathroom door.

On animals in the bathroom: the cat has recently adopted the tile floor in the bathroom as one of her preferred lounging spaces, probably because of the heat. The only problem is she's up against the far wall, right in front of the toilet. So any time you go to the bathroom, at a minimum you have to step delicately to find a place to put your feet, while she meows and throws out dirty looks.

And it turns out that I am not in fact above saying (out loud) "You see?! You see how annoying it is when you're sitting there minding your own business and someone insists on muscling their way into your personal space? Suck it!"

Yes, I am having petty arguments with the cat. And frankly getting a fair amount of satisfaction out of it too.

Mooshu loves sleeping in the bathroom because of how cool the tile is. Problem is, his favorite spot, probably because it applies coolness to as much surface area as possible, is right up against the toilet. And he will. not. move. At all. Sixty-five pounds of dead weight. So I've learned how to ease my way onto the toilet. I think of it as a workout.

Not just me at least. Though the bitching at each other might be.

Every time I pee, Cosmo comes into the bathroom.

She jumps on the toilet after I'm done and watches the water flush. Good times.

Cool picture:

Blood drying on cotton gauze fibers magnified.

Wow, that's pretty. I wasn't expecting pretty from the title of your link.

Erin, Dean's the same way. And if I close the bathroom door I he'll stick his paws under it.

Wow, that's pretty. I wasn't expecting pretty from the title of your link.

I know! It's really neat looking.

Blood drying on cotton gauze fibers magnified.

Oooooh. Pretty.