So I’m taking a shower whilst home alone, when I suddenly become aware that Someone is in the bathroom with me.
I can’t see out of the shower because of my dark shower curtain and poor eyesight, so I freeze and try to use my other senses to save my skin from what is surely an evil intruder. I debate internally whether I heard the door open or not.
I also debate whether to confront the intruder. If there is no one there, (and there logically could not be, because my apartment’s door is locked), then I will feel foolish for checking. If I do not check, I get murdered in the shower like Janet Leigh in Psycho.
As I think of all this I slowly become more and more certain that there IS someone in the room with me, and I NEED to do something about it. I do not know what I thought I was going to do to them while wet, naked, and myopic, but I was in survival mode at that point.
I rip the shower curtain open and confront the presence.
A tiny black blob leaps a foot into the air before scrambling out the door, looney tunes style.
There was an intruder, but it was not a person. My poor little cat had pushed the door open so she could get into the bathroom (where her litter box also is) and I had jumpscared her in the middle of her toilette.
Now my cat is scared of me, and scared of going to her litter box, and I feel like a fool for forgetting I had a cat.
TL;DR: Thought my cat was Norman Bates and scared the shit out of her.
NANIITSMrPaNda t1_j67iyre wrote
You traumatized that poor little kitty