Lucy has taken to joining me in the mornings, though it is not quiet companionship that she brings to my grooming routine. Instead, while I try to blow dry my hair at the sink, she rolls around on the toilet and meows in an unpleasant and whiny fashion. It's like being hounded by a tiny feline monster.
If I pet her while I run the blow drier, she is happy. If not, she joins me at the sink to ensure that her demands are loud and clear.