If I Have To Suffer, YOU Have To Suffer

One of the kittens has the farts. And not cute little bebbeh kitteh farts. Wretched, foul, plant-wilting farts. They weigh 27 and 21 ounces. There cannot be that much concentrated noxious gas in such a small creature. My eyes are watering and it's quite possible all those little nasal-membrane-protecting hairs have withered and fallen away. It's THAT BAD. Imagine the kind of gas you might expect from, like, the Predator. Or Godzilla.

My sweet baby kitties release Godzilla farts.

And that was this evening's announcement. You're welcome.