just for the record ... when you follow reallyclosebehindme to get into the ladies room with me before i shut the door ... that's totally fine.
(i'm usually shutting the door to keep out the rest of the family ... or, at the very least ... ATTEMPTING to keep them out. funny how post - kids, alone bathroom time becomes sacred.)
i'm pretty ok with the fact that you rub up against my legs purring ...
i realize that you just want a little bit of attention ... 'cause you don't get it so much anymore.
and i don't even complain when you curl up on my towel while i'm in the shower (although ... since this is my blog and i can say what i want ... it would be nice if you didn't get pissy when i ask you to get off ... and also ... try to minimize the fur on the towel ... thanks. that fuzz sticks to wet skin.)
but ... my true qualm about the whole situation is this ...
as soon as that door closes ... CLICK ... there is absolutely no need for you to scramble your paws beneath it ... attempting to pry it back open. whining and meowing and howling ... as if we are going to be stuck in here. FOREVER. (drama queen.)
honestly, honey ... we're ok.
i have thumbs.