Scaredy Cat(s)

I walked into the bathroom last night, turned on the light, and was scared by my own cat laying in the sink. I mean, I actually hollered for Brad as if I had seen a smaller, (a lot less cute, for that matter) rodent scurring across the floor. The scariest thing about the episode is that I was actually proud of my little kitten - much like a parent is when their child learns a new behavior. What is even scarier than anything mentioned above is that I just admitted I think about my cat like a child. Should I be scared for myself and my yet to even be thought about unborn child? I suppose Brad should be the scardiest cat of all in this scenario...