A cat in the bathroom..

Let me tell you a story of how I brush my teeth.

Every night... And every morning...

I step into the bathroom, and Meryl, our cat, follows.  I dance around her, as she rubs against my legs, meowing loudly the whole time.

Then I move to the other side of the bathroom.  I can't walk.  I have to shuffle, because where I want to place my feet, there's Meryl.

When I sit, she's there, rubbing and meowing.  If I stop petting, she places her paws on my thigh and digs claws in, trying to get her head toward my hands.

Every night...

Except last night, when I told the Spousal Equivalent this.