The cat doesn’t like me naked. Normally he’ll come lay on my chest if I have a shirt on but he won’t if I have it off.
One of my dogs likes to lick the droplets of water off my leg as I’m getting out of the shower. So I guess he doesn’t mind so much.
I’m not naming names, but some of you need to get some clothes on. Now. Really.
My dog will leave the room when I come in from my shower, or when I start to undress at the end of the day. I don’t know why. He does the same to my mother, it’s like he’s concerned about our dignity, what with him being male and all.
My cats follow me around the house relentlessly. If I cared about them seeing me naked, I’d never *be *naked, and clearly *that *won’t do.
My cat used to get freaked out when he saw me naked- he’d get all puffed up and wide-eyed. I think he didn’t recognize me without my clothes. At least, that’s what I’m hoping, and not that he was making some judgement on my unclothed appearance.
My last cat loved to use the litterbox whenever I was on the toilet. The litterbox was adjacent and parallel to the toilet, and he seemed to enjoy the companionship, the both of us looking ahead as we did our business. I didn’t like it so much, but mostly because of the smell.
When I was younger, I used to be a bit uncomfortable about being naked around the cat, but I think it mostly had to do with the ascription of human qualities to it.
The phlegm in my throat hates you for making me laugh, but I don’t! 
The imagery was…um…wow, I shouldn’t finish that sentence.
Anyway, I can’t have an animal around when I’m changing. I feel like I can hear their thoughts, but only when I am about to change…
Maybe he just doesn’t like being judged. Dogs less so, but every cat I’ve had that’s seen me naked has given me a definite ‘Oh is that it?’ look.
No issue with nakedness, but my dog used to have the nasty habit of wanting to drop her bone on my lap when I was on the pot.
I don’t give a hoot if my cat sees me parading around nekkid. Heck, she likes to snuggle my ankles when I’m sitting on the toilet in the morning.
Being self-conscious about nakedness around my pets sounds just silly. I’d never get anything done! If I’m home, I’m wearing panties and a t-shirt, and less if it’s hot. The bathroom door remains open and everyone goes in and out as needed, no shyness there.
I don’t even shut the bathroom door at work (cageless shelter) if there’s no one (people) there but me. Anywhere from 0 to 5 cats have been known to “visit” while I’m peeing. There are litterboxes in there, too, and a cat has occasioned to “join” me in evacuating his/her bladder!
I’ll admit that I used to be self conscious about it. I’ve gotten over that since I’ve gotten dogs that obsessively follow me around the house. (I haven’t used the bathroom by myself in several years.)
Huh. Now that you mention it, I don’t really mind being naked around my dog, but he does seem to look at me funny when I am, as if he realizes I’m naked. Seriously.
My theory is that they think our clothes are fur, which would explain the distressed looks they get seeing us naked. Or they think we’re really funny-looking. One or the other.
You should take off your clothes, then pick up the leash. See how they handle it.
It’s not often I get to use that phrase in casual conversation.
I’ve read that some pets can be disoriented or wary if they see you naked and fresh out of the bath, because you don’t smell the way they’re used to, and for a few moments at least you’re a stranger to them.
I don’t like being nekkid in front of my dogs, and there’s a practical reason. Both of them have a habit of sticking a cold, wet nose in places that are, well, sensitive. Especially when I’m doing something like shaving or brushing my teeth.
ETA: My sister used to complain about having to keep one hand on her dog while she and BiL were doing the horizontal mambo, or the dog would go nuts and attack hubby…
One of our cats has a thing about coming into the bathroom when you’re going to be sitting there for a while. Mr. Horseshoe says it’s gotten to the point where she gets up and comes trotting down the hallway the minute she hears the sound of the lid hitting the tank. She sits way up, and bats the door open as hard as her little body can manage. Whack! It’s like a tiny little SWAT team kicking down your door. Then she trots in with a self-satisfied expression and proceeds to writhe around your ankles for a while. Gets up and trots back out, leaving you sitting there waving an arm in the air with utter futility, as the door is too far away to reach, and instead of slipping in like a normal cat she has to kick it open as wide as she can.
A guy I knew in high school had a little dog that liked to follow people into the bathroom. He’d have some friends over for a little party, and that dog just … went with you to the bathroom. Very politely, but very firmly, insisted on escorting you in. Then he’d sit there, staring intently, while you peed. When you were done - if you could go normally, with a dog just … staring … at you like that - he would calmly and politely escort you back out of the bathroom. It was weird.
When I had ferrets, they were really, really into licking shower water off your ankles. It tickled like crazy, and there was the added tension of not knowing if or when they’d decide to give a little nip.
What is it with pets and bathrooms?
You never know if the dog might be thinking “Snausages!”.
I don’t care if my pets see me naked, but I hate it when they point and laugh.