The fellows from ABftS didn't realize cat farting exists. (They thought it was a myth, like women farting...which IS a myth, by the way.) But I'm here to tell you that one of the following felines is a farter:
Captain Nap? He looks a bit embarrassed, doesn't he? |
"Haha! I'm farting on your laptop!" |
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Not darling Pepper Anne!?! |
This picture is a CLUE. |
Me: "Squeaky, did you gnaw on that plant?"
Squeaky: "NO!"
Me: "Capt. Nap, is Squeaky telling Mommy the truth?"
Capt. Nap: "No! She's totally lying!"
Me: "Squeaky, is there something you want to tell Mommy?"
And then Pepper Anne will stroll past and leave a horrific odor in her wake. I know it's her because:
- It wasn't me (remember: women don't fart)
- Squeaky is now in the Punishment Box* (a Plexiglass container where she stays until she admits she was naughty)
- Capt. Nap is lying on a sofa halfway across the room
*NO, I don't put my cats in a Punishment Box.
If I were guilty of ever passing gas, I can see where this cat-farting business might come in handy.
["AAAAAH, Pepper Anne JUST FARTED AGAIN!!! GOD, IT'S DISGUSTING!!!!"]
But since I do not, there's no reason for me to not get to the bottom of this problem and nip it in the bud. So, I've taken her to the vet and duly dropped off a stool sample. Please wish us luck. Cat farting is amusing only when it's happening to someone else.