Well, I have a variety of answers and solutions to this, but I also admit that there are going to probably be tails stepped on, curse words muttered as I almost die by tripping over a cat, and other discomforts.
But guess what? We already deal with this daily.
I thought up this post this morning as I stood in the bathroom trying to put my make up on. This is what was surrounding me:
Steve ALWAYS has to sit on the toilet or the washing machine, same reason, hopes to get lovin' - although he takes it a step further and always attempts to sit on our laps while we use the toilet. Awkward, I know.
Gordy ALWAYS has to sit patiently on the rim of the tub, waiting for the water to shut off so he can jump in and lick the walls. In the meantime, he plays ninja kitty and swats and the person in the shower, just trying to have a little private time!
And Frank, ALWAYS has to sit on top of my feet, chewing something because heaven forbid if this shadow dog spent one waking moment away from my side.
Peanut, well, she hides. Always has, always will.
But you know what - that's how furbaby families roll. They are obnoxious and in our faces all the time -but we pretty much trained them to be that way and we love, mostly, every minute of it!