Maybe it's just guilt.
But I also feel that way after I've given them a good petting session then go to the sink and wash my hands. They follow me to the sink (they follow me everywhere), and look at me like I just hurt their feelings.
I have a really hard time sleeping when there's a moth in my bedroom. It's something about the possibility of their fluttery wings flapping on my face that kind of freaks me out.
I mention this because I just saw a moth flying around.
It's going to be a long night.
update: apparently there's a name for what i'm feeling.