The Terror In the Bathroom

Okay, here's my hypothesis on why the cats are a) so fascinated with our bathroom, while being b) so twitchy-nervous about being in there.

We set the scene in our living room one dark and stormy night. The humans have gone to bed for the evening, which leaves the cats to hold down the fort. While Nuala sits on her kitty perch, Serena looks up at her, wide-eyed.

SERENA: I don't believe you, that's not really true!

NUALA: It is true. I saw it myself.

SERENA: Oh, you did not!

NUALA: It was a night much like this one. I was exploring the wet room, when suddenly it appeared. Giant and fierce it was, with claws that seemed to chase me wherever I went. I climbed and I dodged and I hid, but it did no good. And before I knew it...

SERENA: *gasp*

NUALA: ...before I knew it, the creature CAUGHT ME! I couldn't get away! It had me forever before I was able to trick it and get away. Don't you remember?

SERENA: I remember...a scent on you. But I thought it was just the humans?

NUALA: No. Much scarier than that.

SERENA: Do you think... Do you think it's still there?

NUALA: (a glint of mischeif in her eye) I dare you to find out.

SERENA: D–d–dare me?

NUALA: (leaping down from the cat perch) You want to know if it's still there, don't you?

SERENA: Well...yeees, but...

NUALA: So do it. Go into the wet room.

And thus was born the Terror In the Bathroom. Now you know...the rest of the story.