How come every time I’m in the bathroom my cat feels the need to come inside with me. They seem to have this incredable sixth sense because they know whenever I’m in there. Even if there nowhere near the bathroom they’ll come to the door, and whine till I let them in. Then they feal the need to rub up against my legs till I’m done with my bussiness. Why do my cats do this its really starting to become unsettling.
My cat does that too.
Of course she usually follows me around the house so why should the bathroom be any different? She always wants to be in the same room with me. She may ignore me completely but she is going to do it from the same room.
If you close the door, that’s probably the problem. If a cat here’s a door closing it will come running. Then it will meow and scratch at the door til you open it.
I leave the door open when I’m in the bathroom. My cats will still come and check on me sometimes. They seem mostly concerned when I shower. Sometimes when I get out of the shower, one of them will be waiting for me, and meow loudly.
They’re probably see you naked and wonder, Which one of us has this woman got in a leglock?
Misty always has to come in the bathroom if my sister or I am taking a shower or a bath. She sits on the back of the toilet and purrs…and if I stick my face out of the shower and get up close to her, she’ll start licking my nose.
Weird kitty.
I have 2 cats. One of them, “Bunn E.”, is half siamese and half ??? (even the vet couldn’t determine). He is rather shy and timid. Not unfriendly, just shy. He would rather sit under the bed then be around a lot of people.
But…go in the bathroom and sit on the toilet, and he wants nothing more than to come in there. He meows and scratches at the door. And he only does this if your sitting down to, uh,um…you know. My wife calls him Butt Sniffer 
What Doper coined the phrase “Wierd ass cat” ?
Dude, cats are crazy. That’s why they’re called “cats”. But they’re cute and stuff, so everything’s forgivable.
They are curious & want to be socialable.
Dude. You’re bigger than the cat. It couldn’t really hurt you that bad even if it tried. My cat has done this for years and I’m fine except for this Internet addiction business. Make sure kitty is caught up on his rabies shots and relax, okay? Call my secretary if you need further counseling.
However dense Piewacket may be he knows two things:
[li]When I head for the littlest room in the house he might have the chance to get a captive audience. If I’m on the throne he’s there in a heartbeat for some strokes. Cats are such opportunists.[/li]
[li]There’s a remote possibility that I’ll forget to put the lid down afterwards so he can quaff his preferred beverage.[/li]
[sub]PS: VERY FUNNY SCRATCH1300.[/sub]
Minx does exactly the same thing.
Since I live alone, I just leave the door open.
When I have company, I have to close the door, so I call her first - she won’t come. I close the door and wait - she won’t come. The minute my butt hits the seat - she’s right there outside the door scratching and whining. She just LOVES to be a pain. 
Kaia is the only one of my current kitties who does this. She is my Bathroom Pal.
My cat Sidel used to come into the bathroom and sit in the nice “hammock” of my pants around my ankles while I went potty.
I like cats and I read cat threads. When I walk through my neighbourhood I have many kitty friends I’ll stop and pat and sometimes chat with…when they yowl at me I’ll say things like “oh, you’ve got that right” and “I absolutely agree with you totally” so they’ll know I recognize their existential superiority.
I don’t have a cat but I am surprised that all you cat owners haven’t read books on cats and learned more about them.
I remember reading that cats “present their anuses for inspection” as a sociable gesture and I do notice that, when I’m meeting with a cat, they will often raise their hindquarters and their tail and direct their anus at me in what I assume is their way of getting acquainted.
Reading these posts about cats seemingly obsessed with their owner’s bathroom activities suggests to me that you may be being rude to your cat by not allowing polite anal access. What kind of friends are you to your cats? How many times in my life have I heard humanoid married couples asking each other “what did you eat today?”, pretty common small talk.
In my humble opinion, your cat just wants to check out your shit and get to know you a little better.
I know, a pretty anal post.
My cats are almost always in the same room that I am, usually sleeping. Even if they’re asleep, if I move into another room they will wake up and move in there with me. This includes the bathroom.
I rarely close doors to rooms that I’m in, although I do mostly close the bathroom door to keep the warmth in (my house is drafty). I do keep the doors to rooms I’m not using closed, to save energy.
I think they’re a bit lonely – I’ve been spending a lot of time out of town lately.
Oh yeah, as if. To be buggered by a kitty kat? No way, José!
If I’m in the can, my cat might come in if I leave the door loose, if not he just inspects, pokes his paws under to let me know he is waiting, then wanders off. If I’m showering, he pokes his head in and hastily leaves then looks me over when I dress to make sure that I’m not nuts after all to deliberately stand under running wet!
Mostly he remains within several feet of me in my small apartment or hogs the best spot on the bed. He likes to climb on my stomach when I’m reclining and if I start petting him, promptly presents his furry ass to me proudly as if to say ‘see – look how pretty,’ and I scratch lightly the lower section of his back that he loves so much.
I’ve not yet discovered why he likes to hop up on my stomach, settle down in a sitting position, and then with this absolutely content look, start administering the ‘message of a thousand cuts’ with his paws. He has claws. Lots of them. Rather sharp also. He usually managed to catch me with only a T-shirt on, which his armaments go through rather nicely but he looks so dreamy and pleased to be turning my stomach into ground beef that I put up with the minor agony, figuring that he must be doing me a great honor.
I try to remember to wear a regular shirt over my T when home, because then his administrations become less painful and rather soothing.
I love my cat, that big ball of fur!
Cats sit about all day long waiting for something to happen. You go into the bathroom. “Hey,” say the cats, “Something is finally happening. Let’s check it out.”
This happens at my place all the time. I have four cats, and when I start walking toward the bathroom they all start running there. On leaps into the tub. One hops up on the toilet and starts pressing the plunger handle. One rolls into the sink, and the other walks along the edge of he tub. When I enter and have to clear one or more off, they congregate in the tub.
It was worse when they were kittens, for they would tear about the place playing tag, and inevitably all come flying into the tub when I was bathing. Just look at the math. four kittens, 16 paws, 80 claws. It got a bit painful on occasion. I am relieved that now only one of them still leaps into the tub without first looking to see if it is full.
When I leave for work, four cats follow me down the staircase. When I arrive home, four cats are waiting at the door. I move, they follow. They are like shadows.
My cats have LOTS of toys to play with, so they never bored me when I was doing number 1 or 2.
Five cats here, all bathroom buddies. They don’t all come in at the same time. They take turns.
I have one cat. She never comes into the bathroom with me or any other member of the family. She just lays around and sleeps all day. Boring cat. Oh well.