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!"|
|Not darling Pepper Anne!?!|
|This picture is a CLUE.|
Me: "Squeaky, did you gnaw on that plant?"
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