I often walk into the bathroom and find the towels in utter disarray, and sometimes in a pile on the floor. I couldn't figure out what was going on until a couple days ago, when I walked in on Melly vigorously attacking a towel she'd pulled off the bar.
"Didn't you used to be up there?"
"Die, towel! Die!"
"I crush you with my floof!"
"You are MINE, towel!"