My apartment has two bathrooms, each with a tub.  I ran a bath whilst
waiting for a phone call; it's more close to the phone to use the one down
the hall a few steps from my where my PC is.

I finished my bath, went to the *other* (master) bathroom where I keep my
moisturizer, etc.  I was totally surprised to see Persia meatloafing on the
closed toilet lid in the other room.  AFAIK, she never goes in there unless
I'm there, too.  In fact, regardless of which one I bathe in, she's normally
sitting with me trying to explain I'm getting soaked.  I've no idea why she
decided to hang out in the other one this time around.  Goofy cat :)

Jill