If you're a sensitive sort, you may not want to read the following. But see this photo of Inky? This is what I see every time I go to the bathroom (also, I see I need to clean out that gunk on the radiator).
No matter what he's doing, once Inky notices I'm bathroom bound, he needs to accompany me. He can be sleeping on the opposite end of the apartment and as soon as I open that door, he's scratching and meowing, desperate to get in. If I haven't latched the door properly, he can even open it himself.
Once inside, he pokes around, attacks the bathrobes hanging on the back of the door, knocks over beauty products, but mostly he just sits and stares and waits.
What he's waiting for is wiping time.
Inky loves all things paper and chews up my magazines and books like a little rat. But more than any other kind of paper, my filthy little feline loves him some toilet paper.
So the second I ball up a little wad of TP, he is crouched and ready to go. Normally I stop him by putting my hand over his face, but for art's sake, this time I let him go for it.
Here he's mid-leap, going for the prize.
And this is him basically on my lap, trying to pull it out of my hand. As a result of his freakish little habit, the inside of my right thigh has dozens of little scratches.
Just thought I'd share.