Every night, I run myself a lovely, deep, hot bath, lie down in it, maybe with a delicious gin and tonic, preparing to relax after a long day at work.
And every night, without fail, ten minutes in, the bastard (indoor) cat pushes the door open and comes in for a shit (small house, litter tray in bathroom). So now I have to try to relax in a room that smells like off pork.
She's doing it on purpose isn't she. Git..