Some of you may have noticed that Fin has an obsession with the bathroom sinks. She sleeps in one, and she views the other as her own personal water park. It's a wonder she let's us use them at all.
Whenever she hears me heading into my um, human litter room, she leaps onto the bathroom counter and campaigns for me to turn on her faucet. We call it sippy sink. It's the reason I rarely have spotless mirrors, as she likes to shake it off when she gets her head wet.
These are the views I usually see from my, err, throne.
I find it's a good place to spot any floofy knots. I'll admit it, I'm also powerless to reach around the door and give a little tock tickle, cause who can resist a tock tickle? Fin. She hates me messing with her cataloons.