Annabelle has developed a new trick. When I'm on the bathroom, either changing their litter or drinking water every day, as soon as I rise up from kneeling on the floor, she leaps from the bathtub onto its ledge and hurls herself at my back. As soon as she's attached to my back, she climbs to my shoulder and rides out of the bathroom. I don't mind it, but it's hell on my T-shirts.