My cats have gas.
So does my boyfriend, who also just farted and quietly reprimanded the little cat for it.
Seriously, the Turdlet will innocently be sitting next to you, or on you, and suddenly this stench of World's Worst Rotten Eggs hits you like, well, like a rotten egg in the face. And he's still just happily sitting there, total oblivious.
I have the next 4 days off. Wonderfully glorious. And I'm just *sure* I'm going to spend them wisely...
Off to get white hot chocolate.
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