3:39am November 16, 2014

The cat and the fart.

fullarticulatedgoldskeleton will like this one, it combines two of her favorite subjects.

So I was sitting on the toilet. And Fey, as usual, decides that anything done in the bathroom is more fun if it’s done as a family. So sometimes she’ll come in and use the litter box, other times, she’ll drink from the sink, or she’ll just sit in front of me and stare at me while I take a crap or something.

This time I was just peeing. And she just climbed up her kitty stairs (meant to prevent whatever nasty fall made her afraid of sinks, her only source of water, for months), and started lapping up the running water. You could really hear her getting into a rhythm too, like “LAP lap lap lap LAP lap lap lap.”

And then I farted.

It wasn’t the kind of fart that comes with poop attached. It wasn’t an SBD. In fact, I didn’t smell anything at all, which is unusual for my farts. What it was, was loud. Like starting out high pitched and loud, and getting lower pitched and quieter as time went on.

And then I noticed the lapping noises had stopped.

And Fey was looking at me with just utter incredulity. Like “You did WHAT?” And she continued staring at me for about half a minute before she went back to lapping up the sink water again. And I got off the toilet pretty quickly after that, although I was lucky in that the fart was loud enough to confuse a cat, but it didn’t come with any bad smells or poop attached. (I hate when I fart in a place I’m going to have to be sitting for awhile, and then have to live with the smell for as long as it takes to dissipate.)

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