my cat likes to be with me when i poop

If Jerry’s in the apartment, I close the door. Without fail, Coffee* will start meowing at the door. Yesterday, she put her paw under the door trying to open it. When I’m alone in the apartment, I leave the door open. She comes running when she hears me grunting. She does the kittie-rub dance around my legs and purrs loudly; I pet her and stroke her, and she purrs louder.

When Jerry’s in the bathroom doing his thing, and I’m surfing the web or doing whatever it is I’m doing…which is usually surfing the web, she stands at the door and meows. I yell to Jerry, “Let her in! She wants to watch you poop!”

I wish I knew when and how I inadvertently trained her that pooping equals petting time.

By the way, in case you’re curious, Jerry and I usually announce to each other when we’re going to poop. It’s one of the fun couples-games we play, like farting on each other. We’ve never pooped in front of each other; that would be gross.

*Coffee’s my one cat; Copland’s the other. Copland doesn’t like to be with us when we poop.