Oh, lordy, I got a story. I moved to PA back in the mid-eighties and moved in with my grandparents, they had an apartment in the back of their house. The only bathrooms were on the second floor of the house. My grandfather had a hard time climbing the stairs so he would take a leak outside. Well, the cold got to him the winter I arrived and he spent a month in the hospital. So my grandparents had a bathroom built in the hallway leading from the kitchen.
So they had some good friends over and they were all in the kitchen and my grandfather, with much fanfare, announced he was going to use the bathroom. He went in and closed the door, and then my cat went and pawed it open for all the company to see him sitting on the throne.
“... pawed it open for all the company to see him sitting on the throne”.
Bwahahaha! Well, you did say that he had invited “some good friends”. If you are going to be embarrassed, it is better to be in front of good friends.