The cat knows it is safe - you can pet the cat, but you won't be picking him up. At least that's our theory.

4 typos. obviously an hour nap is not enough

Every morning, Amon follows me into the bathroom so he can writhe on my feet and get a belly scratch, even though he's just spent the last several hours sleeping at my hip. When we close the bathroom door all the way, the cats tend to cry forlornly and reach under the door in a desperate attempt to reach us. The inside bottom of the bathroom door is clawed to pieces.

They don't do this when I'm in the shower. I guess they know Mommy's going to be busy in the falling water and not petting cat bellies.

The Cat Daniel is absolutely convinced that teh hoomans need a cat wingman any time they venture into the bathroom, for any purpose. He has retained this conviction despite several Cat-lands-in-full-bath incidents back in Cairo. I used to assume it was because he likes drinking from the tap - and, yeah, he loves that. But he'd rather be petted, and have some quality attention.

It's terribly disarming.

Whew. Caught up. So, in head-splodey-news. Well. Still under wraps. It was deemed the news should wait until next week, after the Festival is done, and we are on the normal crazy schedule, and not super charged PITA crazy schedule. :: sigh :: Can we just fast forward to June already?

as for nekkiness, my last visiting designer had pics of his family as his screen saver. A few were of the girls in the shower (like 2 +4 or something, I dunno). I joked with him saying "Jeez John, you got kiddie pron on your computer". He was like "eh. They are kids. Nudity happens"

It's terribly disarming.

As far as you know he saves your life ever. single. time. you go into that bathroom together.

There may be some danger only kitties are aware of. Some dread ghostie that has followed you ACROSS CONTINENTS.

My dog will randomly flip out sometimes. Whenever I scold her she looks at me with this smug little "someday I will save your life, human" look.

I have probably seen my mom naked on occasion, like changing rooms before going to the pool or something. But not in a wandering-around-the-house way. And I certainly haven't seen my dad naked anytime that I remember. And I'm JUST FINE with that.

I can totally see how the bar culture in the States is different. Maybe if ours was more like that, there'd be fewer problems with binge drinking.

...and yet there are a ton of people in the states that think just the opposite, that if we demystified alcohol and didn't have such a high drinking age, kids wouldn't sneak it and drink like crazy when they start, and so on. Oy.

Migraines suck. Especially when I forgot to restock my meds before this trip and have already used what I brought> GAH.

Erin, they are stupidheads. But what everyone else said about severanc and references. Good luck.

I think the dog's bathroom following comes down to three things: a) chance to beat you to the toilet, b) possibility that every time you leave the room it's to get treats, and finally, c) implacable opposition to the concept of a closed door. That last one may just be Lucy.

Normally when the pets join me in the bathroom I don't mind, but when I just get in the door and they want to greet me enthusiastically/beg for food, a door would be nice.

In my skippage I didn't see what was up with Erin's employers, but any person not worshiping the numerous excellent qualities of Erin = dickhead.

ION, the members of my family not home at my declared dinner hour of 7pm missed most yummy stuff. Only day 2 of my new scheduled dinner thing. Day 1 was 20 minutes late before all parties arrived. Day 2 and they haven't arrived yet. Won't be near as yummy after a couple hours sitting in the oven. I let them know I can't be eating later than 7 when I go to bed at 10. So my most excellent home cooked dinners are only available in ideal serving condition promptly at 7. So there.

THe bathroom door is the only one of my interior door that ha a doorknob and will therefore stay closed when you close it The dog will stand guard outside the closed door (well, lie on the floor in the hallway but in an on guardish way) but he won't come in. I think that even though we have never given him a bath in this tub, he knows what it's for. He'll also run inside if we start unspooling the hose. Baths are bad.

The one cat will occasionally decide that since that door is closed she must be on the other side of it because she is that sort of portal-worshipping feline, but really she doesn't notice most of the time and the other one doesn't care at all. Not now that there are linen closets easily accessible from the hall.

I've come home to muddy footprints in the tub more than once. Where she got the mud is still a mystery.