My cat always has to sit in the hallway right outside the bathroom while I'm using it. I leave the door open when I'm alone, but always close it when someone is over, including Mom, although I will leave it cracked open if I'm using the shower when Mom's visiting. That way, Amarna can come in and use her litter box if she has to while I'm soaping myself up.

I've had times when I've been showering and all of the sudden I'll hear a very plaintive "Mrrrwww?" coming from the sink, where Amarna has stationed herself to check on me, since I'm obviously having a brain melt if I'm willingly getting myself wet. Also, she occasionally likes to watch the toilet flush--it fascinates her almost as much as the DVD/CD tray (when I pop it open to put in a new disc, she's immediately there, using her paw to either push it shut or block it from closing all the way).

Darby knows that we usually walk right after I shower in the morning so she'll keep coming by the door to check whenever I'm in the shower. Like, every 20-30 seconds. I don't know how she hasn't figured out that it's the water turning off that's the real signal of impending walk.

As soon as my butt meets the toilet, a cat magically appears.

Leo also likes to watch the swirly water go down.

My ex and I had no bathroom privacy with each other. We took a shower together every morning, and the rest kind of flowed from that. My DH and I are more private. I don't mind if he comes in while I am taking a bath (which he always does) but I like peeing, tweezing eyebrows, etc., by myself.

As soon as I begin brushing my teeth at night, Bartleby puts himself into his crate. If I brush my teeth at any other time of the day,no effect.

In my house the toilet is known as "The petting throne."

Okay, I need to vent. My roommate has now requested that I not "linger" in the kitchen. Which apparently includes eating in there. Only... that's where the table and chairs are. So I guess it's not enough to not talk to her, or not sit at the table and use my computer after I'm done - I can't eat in my own fucking kitchen. I know she's an introvert, and I know she works every day, but she knew there was no fucking door between the kitchen and her room when she moved in. I've offered to put up a curtain, and she won't even say yay or nay to that.

Maybe she should move into that 1 BR down the street.

I don't know why I'm so annoyed. I just hate making other people uncomfortable, and between my introvert roommate and my introvert whatever-don't-say-boyfriend-he'll-freak, I'm feeling like my very existence is offensive.

Hopefully acknowledging all that here will assuage my over-the-top butthurtedness.

smonster, that's not reasonable. I suggest you shed the slumlord and roommate and move into the one-bedroom down the street ... assuming it's not owned by said slumlord.

eta: your existence is a pleasure; ignore the stupid people.

I don't know why I'm so annoyed.

Fuck that shit. That's a completely out of line request.

I don't think it's reasonable to ask one member of the household to not eat in the kitchen, unless of course there's a nice dining room handy. But if the kitchen is where the table is, that's where everyone eats.

Sounds like roomie may be having bigger issues going on right now, smonster. It's certainly not you. That said, Toddson's suggestion sorta elegantly solves the problem for you.

Yeah, Smonster, the roomate either needs to put up a curtain or some kind of barrier or move. I am sorry you're getting it from all ends, now.