I'm sitting at my computer trying to get started on those papers due tomorrow, Emma is sleeping behind me, lost in a foot-twitching dream. The cat is asleep on the windowsill infront of me when all of the sudden I am hit with a RANK, make you want to gag, smell.
I tried to let it go - Emma is in a deep sleep, she had been at the farm with me and ate some pretty gross stuff. But then the second wave hit - this time the cat woke up and looked at me as if to say, "For God's sake woman do something about that stench!" So I turned to Emma and said, "Look honey, you have to stop farting. If you don't I'm going to put you in the garage. " She looked at me with squinty eyes and wagged her tail to help disperse the smell and went back to sleep.