Someone once made note of the fact that sharing your home with a cat means never having a moment’s privacy. My wife will certainly attest to that; both of our cats have followed her into the bathroom many times each. They won’t follow me, because I don’t allow them past the doorway. They will sit outside and wait, though.
A couple of days ago my wife threatened the male cat (Merlin) with a name-change. She said we should have named him “Snoopy” – because he not only observes everything that we do, but gets into everything we leave out.
Today my wife was a bit rushed getting ready for work, because she was running a few minutes late. About 5 minutes after she pecked me on the cheek and ran out the door, I heard this very pitiful “meow”. It sounded rather muffled.
Upon searching, I found Merlin – INSIDE the bathroom with the door closed. Silly cat.