Has anyone else ever been held captive in their own bathroom due to a gregarious tuxedo-kitty bent on staying spread-eagled on the floor in the doorway, massaging the air with her paws? Whoever thinks that a trip to the potty is a chance for alone time has obviously never tried to use the bathroom in my house. And if you concede to the doorway hijacker, and give her sweetly fluffed belly a rub, it becomes a self-perpetuating cycle. Just try to stop once you've started. Give it two seconds, and you will hear a seductive, half-purred "Meh" come floating up from the floorboards. Then, if you look down, she will wink at you. With. one. eye. Then, my friend, she has you forever- a hapless victim of her coy cuteness.