We have a cat who, the moment a man is seated on the facility, climbs into his underpants puddled in his trousers between his feet and parks there, grooming herself. It's the only time she has any interest in clothing.
No use shutting the door on her. She'll muscle her way in.
She's impervious to and uninterested in feedback. This is simply part of What This Cat Lives To Do.
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