Seeing this, it reminds me of Fister. He sat on our bed, upright, and when John and I entered the room, he looked us straight in the eyes and starting peeing. We found out that it was a message that something was wrong. So we took him to the vet - a few months later after several catheters, he had the big operation for bladder problems.

Another time, we had dinner guests, the first time they were here, and again he sat on the bed. This time he pooped - just as I was serving dinner! I guess he didn't dare come out, since he had to pass by the intruding people. Well, live and learn!