I’m not one for bathroom humor, but this is extra special, and simply must be shared.
This afternoon I was holding and petting my cat, Chloe. As is often the way, I held her like a baby—on her back, cradled in my arms. While my left arm supported her weight, my right upper arm acted as foot rest for her hind paws. Suddenly she gently pushed my arm away a bit, spread her hind legs slightly, let her tail droop away, and… farted. Pvrhhtt.
It was hysterical!
I have never before heard (or smelled) Chloe flatulate, yet she did it today—in my arms, no less!
