Friday, September 22, 2006

The Fart

Last night the wife and I were doing the couch potato when the cat came prancing along. I reached behind to grab him and as I brought him forward, the little pecker farted!

I'm not talking cute little kitty fart - I'm talking (moderately) silent but deadly, rotten egg smelling, death defying blow your mind stink fest. Lucy and I both stared at each other and gave that eye lift implying that it wasn't me, was that you? A second later, the only remaining guilty party was young Oliver the cat.

2 comments:

Egan said...

Yes, there's enough gas in our house with me. No need to add pets to the already lethal mix.

Chris said...

I hear ya - the pet has added a whole new dimension. The worst part is you never know when to expect it.