My former girlfriend has her cats totally integrated into every facet of her life. Her "kitties," as she calls them, are fully-grown and totally uninhibited about jumping on the kitchen counters, the dining room table or even into the toilet. I discovered this the first time I was relieving myself and Ziggy, her favorite, pushed open the bathroom door and literally jumped in the toilet as I was in the familiar standing position for most males. Maybe you can imagine the panic I felt having my hands full with one hand on the scruff of Ziggy’s neck pulling him sopping wet out of the toilet bowl, and my other hand where one would imagine it to be, dealing with my own problem. This was my first intimate introduction to her cats. Fortunately for Ziggy and his white fur, there were no detectable traces of any other colors and I was in no mood to give him a bath. I dried him off as best I could.

The next problem involved Ziggy watching us make love. I don’t mind a cat in the same room minding his own business, but I do object to being stared at while in the act of intimacy. It’s unnerving.

Now, I know people walk around naked in front of their pets all the time. I find nothing wrong with this, but there should some limits. I would draw them at the toilet and lovemaking.

What say you?

My dog back in the day when she was alive would put her ears up and tilt her head and start barking when I was having fun. It made me laugh and I couldn't concentrate at the task, so I started taking the females down to the basement after that happened a few times.