All of my cats have loved the bathroom.

Chessie used to sit on the lid of the toilet seat and watch me shower. Then as I would be drying off and getting out, he would be easing into the wet tub to roll around in the little puddles and then get out and groom himself.

Casey loves to get on the lid of the toilet seat as well and either watch me shower or watch me at the sink when I'm washing up and brushing my teeth before bed. He likes to stand on his back legs with his front feet up on the counter to watch me as closely as he can, sometimes hooking a paw around my free arm to pull me closer and rub his face on my arm. If I'm seated and taking care of business, he likes to sit on top of the tank of the toilet and headbutt me in the back of the head.

Smokey, if I'm seated and taking care of business, thinks he always has to get inside of and curl up in my jeans, PJ pants, or sweatpants when they're down around my ankles. He is also obsessed with the drain plug in the bathroom sink upstairs, having ripped it loose from the little lever on the back of the faucet and taking it and the plastic arm as far as under the fridge in the kitchen at times.

When the tub is dry, both Casey and Smokey like to jump in and stretch out.