I’ve said it before. People are weird.
For example, the woman-who-feeds-me displays annoyance when I follow her into the toilet. What’s the problem here? I only want to make sure she’s OK, you never know what predators are lurking about with their savage eyes on litterboxes. Survival and safety take priority over privacy any day.
But there’s more to privacy than litterbox etiquette. While I’m not too fond of eating in public at the best of times, if I’m forced to then I want to make sure nothing can jump me from behind. My thoughts are with badly-treated cats whose food bowls are jammed up against a wall or, worse, shoved into a corner. How can they keep an eye out for danger? The jungle is not so far away after all.