I was greatly perplexed by this choice when I started noticing it - that spot isn't comfy and soft, it isn't cozy and hidden, it doesn't allow him room to stretch out, which he loves to do. What's the attraction? And then I came up with a theory: the bathroom may be the one place where he knows I'll have to go eventually, and where I'll be captive and able to devote the concentrated petting attention he deserves. In terms of being able to get my attention, the toity is a pretty sure bet.
Poor baby - he thinks he has to wait outside my litterbox to find me! :-( I think it's time he and I did a little more bonding.
(Although, speaking of bonding, the other bathroom habit that he's adopted is watching me shower. He's a cat, so it's not creepy; I think he's just perplexed as to why I need all that equipment to accomplish the simple task of bathing. One day, I'll have to explain to him that my spine is much less accommodating.)

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