Lady cats, this post is very crude as it tells the story of what Bendrix did on Sunday morning. Please be careful reading if you have delicate sensibilities.
At 3:14am on Sunday morning, it happened. A noise mommy had only heard once before at that hour and in that location. One that was just loud enough to wake her. A "Pfth" sound. Enough for her to think "something is very wrong here." Then it happened...the smell came.
Yes, Bendrix pooted in mommy's face at 3:14 in the morning. He was heard to say, in reaction to her and daddy's "eeewing" sounds, "And what is a fart, but the forlorn cry of an imprisoned turd?" Who knew he was so poetic?
And here are 2 photos of Bendrix going to town on the carpet under mommy's crafting table. Proving it isn't the length of the claws that matter, but how you use them.
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PS My beans are working very very hard around the house and yard because they are having BOTH families over for Father's Day. Please don't think we forgot any of you!