One of my darling Himi-babies is the self-proclaimed "fart champion" of all that is feline. Since her adoption several years back, her little episodes have until now, occurred unbeknownst to her, only when she is sleeping....usually curled up around my neck, and never EVER has she been awakened by the rumble or profound stench. I would describe the effects of these lethal bombings, but I digress. Suffice to say, vengance was finally mine!

This evening, my honey was curled up on the sofa, ample belly up, snoring loudly on her favorite fuzzy blanket. Without warning, she shot up from her slumber, and gave me a puzzled look. Before I could finish asking her what was troubling her, she stuck her nose to the exact latitude and longitude to where her ass had formerly been napping. A whiff or two later, she was vigorously trying to scratch out of the sofa the deadly fumes that she had so silently dropped seconds earlier, precisely as she does when she deposits a loaf in the litter pan.

I had to give myself permission to laugh myself senseless. After all these years of getting tangled in my bedsheets trying to escape her aromatic gifts, she was finally on the receiving end of her own graciousness. Then again, minutes later, I had to give her a big snuggly hug. But only after the fumes had settled....

Copyright © Leslie M.
March 17, 2003