This is the typical view from my toilet:
And this is me screaming at Hunter S. Thomcat: STOP LOOKING AT ME. Seriously. Stop. Find something productive to do. GO AWAY.
Victor: What? Are you yelling at me?
me: No. I’m in the bathroom. I JUST WANT SOME PRIVACY.
Victor: Um...okay. Then maybe stop yelling at me.
me: OH MY GOD, THERE IS NOTHING OF INTEREST GOING ON IN HERE. STOP STARING AT ME.
Victor: I’M IN THE KITCHEN. WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?
me: I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU, VICTOR. OH MY GOD, JUST TAKE A DAMN PICTURE ALREADY.
Victor: What is wrong with you?
me: I CAN’T PEE WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING AT ME.
Victor: I’M NOT LOOKING AT YOU, CRAZY.
me: VICTOR, I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU. I’M TRYING TO REASON WITH THE CAT.
Victor: Of course you are.