Three’s A Crowd

I like my privacy. Until I met San Geraldo (more than 32 years ago), I wasn’t very good at sharing my space. Now, I can’t imagine not sharing it… with him. But I do have limits.

MOOSE (LEFT) AND DUDO. ALWAYS NEARBY.

Having grown up with parents who referred to the bathroom (specifically, the toilet) as the “office” (which was really confusing when my father left for or returned from work each day), I’ve always liked to keep my time in the bathroom (the “office”) private. After all these years with San Geraldo, it’s no longer a big deal, but I’m still happier when I’m allowed to close the door and “read” in peace and solitude.

I’m one of those people who used to run water in the sink so no one would possibly hear what I was doing. I learned some years ago from my brother-in-law that my sister did the same thing. She and I, of course, never discussed it.

Dudo and Moose don’t have my hang-ups. They’ll run into their litter box while we’re standing right there next to it. Thanks… Loads… Really. (Our California cat, Dobie, was much more like me. Everyone would have to leave the room before he would take care of business.)

Dudo and Moose (like most cats) seem to think bathroom time is the perfect opportunity for a visit. If I close the door securely, they both scratch and slam up against it. Then the mewling starts. They’ve taught me (trained me) to lighten up and be more accommodating — although I stop short of allowing Dudo to climb on my lap.

Now, Dudo has taken to following me into the bathroom with one of his toys. And Moose is never far behind. Sometimes I can get them to play with each other and leave me alone. But only sometimes. See below what has happened to my privacy… and my hang-ups. (Click any photo to get up close and personal.) 

By the way, I can’t believe I’ve shared this with you! It’s the end of the world as we know it.

DUDO:  “WHATCHA DOIN’? I BROUGHT A MOUSE.  SEE IT BY THE DOOR?”
MOOSE: “HAVE I MISSED ANYTHING?”
DUDO: “NOT MUCH.  HE’S MAKING ME PLAY BY MYSELF.”
MOOSE: “WELL, THAT’S NOT SO BAD.”
SAME VISIT… ANOTHER MOUSE AND A TUG OF WAR.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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