So my 12 year old cat Max has developed quite the obsession with unrolling toilet paper. If either bathroom door is left open too long, it’s almost guaranteed we’ll find a pile of slightly mangled unrolled paper on the floor. He knows he’s not supposed to do it. I’ll be standing at the sink in the master bathroom and he’ll slip in behind and just *stare* at the toilet paper – sometimes streeeeetching out a paw to touch it. “Max…” I’ll say, and he’ll abruptly about face and leave.
Obsessed, he is.
The door between the bedroom and the master bathroom is one of those stupid vertical half doors, with a doorknob that doesn’t actually turn, you just pull it open.
Max has discovered that if he shoves his paw under the right side door and yanks really hard he can open the door whenever he wants to. Which is, of course, in the middle of the night.
Sleeping humans: 0