Years ago, I had a beautiful Black and White Tuxedo kitty I named Smudge. He was a shelter kitty and the sweetest I have ever known.
He never gave me a second of worry. I, however, worried him twice.
One time I startled my poor kitty to dickens, but really, he shouldn’t have followed me into the bathroom. Sounding like Mt. Vesuvius, I startled him so he jumped straight up in the air.
Not only could I see his reflection in the bathroom mirror with the towel bars he cleared, he flipped himself around!
What an impressive height!
I admired his feline agility and told him about it, but he stayed out of the bathroom after that.
Some years later, recovering from some intestinal bug; my doctor instructed me to eat plenty of yogurt to replenish the intestinal flora chased out via the aforementioned intestinal bug.
So, I am at my computer with Smudge perched contently snoozing on the back of the chair.
I felt lower abdominal discomfort and living alone; I farted.
To this day, I do not know if Smudge passed out and fell off or I blew him off the back of the chair, but I turned to look at him. He was in defense-crouched-down-mode looking at me with the widest eye expression I ever saw on anybody EVER.IN.MY.LIFE.!!
“MOM!!! Are you trying to kill me????????????”
His expression was like this, only his eyes were a lot WIDER:
I shared this story with everybody I knew and laughed about it for three days.