Taking a bath with a few of my friends...

This past Pink Saturday, I found a blog that mentioned another blog (you know how that goes...you get lost in blogs) that was mounting an effort to Save the Pink Bathrooms that were all the rage in mid-century home design. My bathroom "appliances" aren't pink but I have oodles of pink in "that" room so I thought that I'd take my camera upstairs with me this evening to take a couple of photos as the tub was filling and firing up all the bubbles I would soon be nestling into at the end of a long, and very busy day. I was pretty proud of myself because I thought I'd be getting a head start on the next Pink Saturday over at Beverly's blog.

Well, to make this story short, I forgot to take photos of the pinks in the room as the tub was filling but managed to take a couple later that made me smile and treasure even more my relationship with the fuzzy members of my family.

Rosemary JOY! keeping a watchful eye for dogs.

You see, in the winter I turn on a little space heater to make what is a cozy room even more cozy, if that is possible. If you have kitties, you know that heat attracts them like flies to honey! My cats just love to percolate in heat whenever possible. In my home, bath-time is mom and kitty time. The dogs, sadly, aren't invited. Not my decision, but a rule enforced by Camille and Rosemary, a kitty-rule that is strictly enforced. Both Scout and Freyja know that they are to rest quietly outside the door while mom and the "girls" preen and groom and oil and roast in the moist heat.

The lovely Camille Suzanne, wondering if she'll have to swat an unruly dog-sibling.

My camera was resting in some fluffy towels within my reach so I decided to share images of my tiny sentinels in this blog post. What you see is the view from my tub. Camille is situated in front of the little heater taking advantage of the warmth and, of course, you can see sweet Rosemary on the "throne" which is where she belongs each and every minute of each and every day...not the toilet...but on a throne as she is the princess of my heart.

I don't think there is a pet-person alive that doesn't understand the fact that privacy, in a house with fur-babies, is impossible! I learned a long time ago that I just might as well get used to the fact that there would be "inquiring minds" no matter where I roamed throughout my home. If you attempt to lock them out you will be forced to watch little paws flitting under the door desperately trying to gain entrance with a chorus of dogs howling as though there was a full moon.