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.


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.