I had a daft ginger tom, many years ago, called Garfield, lovely cat, but had a fetish for bleach, if I washed the hard floors in the flat, I did it with a weak solution as we had a big daft Boxer dog who brought his walks home with him , so I regularly cleaned mud from the hallway. The cat would follow me, and lick the floor, called the vets, and they said cats like the smell/taste of bleach, as it smells to them like a male tom cat.
I had to then put a child lock on the lavatory, to stop Garfield licking the neat bleach I put round the bowl. ( he once fell in as a kitten and I was found with a very sorry looking ginger scrap, being forcibly held under a tap, while I rinsed him clean ) Cats are the oddest creatures.
Dinky most mornings follows me upstairs, to watch me have a shower, she stands outside the bathroom, and peeks round the door, and once round the curtain to see if I have drowned/finished yet/ have a mouse in with me/ keeping an eye out for scaly monsters attacking Mummy / wondering why I allow myself to get WET every day. Once I am out, and drying off, she looses interest. She likes sleeping on the bathmat too. Only once has she peed in the bathroom, right over the plug hole , didn't tell her off, as she has only ever done it once.
