Pogo was busy eating, but Nature was calling me in an increasingly urgent tone of voice.

In the past, as soon as Pogo spots me in the den he(?) heads for the bedroom and a place to hide.

Not this time. He just sat there, looking at me. And at my "protector"--Lady, who was right behind me.

I took a deep breath, talked soothingly to Pogo, and walked by, trying to behave in an unthreatening manner and avoiding eye contact.

Lady followed. I think Pogo headed for the front of the house, but only for a few minutes. I hear nom nom nom again from the hall.

It's an interesting situation. I must be putting out relatively reassuring vibes.