When either Meghan or I are getting ready in the morning, Olive and Hazel must be in the room too. This is non-negotiable. We learned it the hard way one day when Meg was getting ready and Olive was sitting at the bathroom door, ripping up pieces of carpet because she couldn’t get in.
So now, we just leave the door open a little so that the cats can come and go as they please. It’s a little odd, but we like carpet on our floor instead of shredded pieces of sadness.