I like to dutch oven my moms cat when I visit by tricking it with treats and using a blanket she keeps on the couch for her naps. I trap it when I can feel the intestinal burst approaching and the cat can smell the treats in my pocket.
I only have been scratched a couple of times because I've mastered the art of trapping the cat and expulsing the gas into an area of the blanket I am not directly in contact. Silent but deadly works sometimes but if my mom hears it or sees Peanutbun's reaction I get a scornful glance and she usually takes 5 minutes to calm down.
This is my hopeful activity that fills me with joy and cured my depression.
This is solid advice. You should sue Dr Phil for his TV show.
Not sure if can upvote, can easily thank you for a laugh from such an isolated day as I've just experienced though.
Cheers and good luck next round of dutch oven vs cat.
I'm glad you had a giddy chuckle, friend. Check out my posts for some comedic relief.
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