It's inevitable that at some point, your feline roommates will watch you have sex. Not only does this satisfy their infamous curiosity, it's a welcomed relief to their routine. Usually, they will want to jump on the bed to get a closer look and this gives us a chance to escort them out of the room and close door. However, one afternoon with our attention centered on other things, they slithered in. Cats are excellent problem solvers and the crew had figured out that they could get a pretty good view from atop the laundry basket in the closet. Molls had put her shoulder into the door and moved it wide enough for all to have clear view while remaining in the shadows. At some point, we got the uneasy feeling that we being watched but couldn't quite pin down where they were and returned to the previously scheduled program. A few minutes later I thought I heard a commotion of voices from the closet so I stopped and went over and slid open the door. There they were, with eyes as big as saucers and expressions that seemed to say, not-"gosh we're sorry to be so rude" but "oh, don't mind us-just carry on with what you were doing." If they were human: Molls had a faraway look on her face- Bin later told me that she was reminiscing about her one and only sexual encounter one warm Summer night; Tomi was snickering and pointing at our nakedness; Bin was hollering at me "bite her in the neck, for the love of Christ, man! Get on with it!" The look of distaste on my face finally registered and abruptly they all dashed for the bedroom door. The mood had been broken and we decided on a rain check and settled into the covers for a snuggle.
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