I just wanted to shed some light on what it's like to be me at 3 A.M. I awoke last night to see my cat Chubby jumping on the bed and then flop down on my head. This is semi-normal behavior, so that's not the funny part. That comes when I tell you that this horrible smell of poo started filling my nostrils and I'm thinking that he's decided to start using my bed as the litter box. Seriously, I was afraid to move in case I put my hand in something smooshy, but it turns out that he just had really baaaaaddd gas. Really bad. Bad gas. Farts. Bad. So I put him outside and we were both happy.

Snort at that one Sessa ;)