Reminds me of when Smokey ventured into the bedroom on a Saturday AM, when
DH & I were *trying* to sleep in.  She hopped up onto the bed, and was
sniffing around (the way that cats do sometime), looking for a place to call
her own.  When she got to where DH rear end was under the covers, DH let
loose with a rather volumous fart.  To look on Smokey's face was priceless!
Her eyes got HUGE, she shook her head (probably trying to clear away the
stink), and then actually *dived* off the bed & fled the room.

We ended up not sleeping in as my giggle-fit woke DH.  I was laughing so
hard I almost fell off the bed - or maybe it was the fumes that got to me &
I almost passed out?

LOL - there's a way of describing the butt that's new to me. :)

Here's a related story:

There's this house in Berkeley (California) where the owners have a hot
tub in their back yard, and they allow people in the area to come in and
use it without an invitation. All you need to know is the gate lock's
combination, or know someone who knows the combination. Various people
do know it, without knowing the people who live there - over time, the
combination has gotten around. Sooner or later, you run into someone who
can get you in.

Anyway, one evening last year, exactly that happened to me. I was taking
a singing class, and it turned out that someone in the class knew the
combination. Our class met near where the hot tub owners lived, so we
all trooped over there after class and went inside.

It's a nudity-only hot tub - they don't want threads and other stuff
from people's bathing suits getting into the filter. Also, you have to
be absolutely silent while you're there - no talking whatsoever - so
you won't bother the people who live there. So there I was, butt cheeks
to the wind, waiting for the tub to empty out a bit so I could have a
turn. Suddenly, I felt something that I was *sure* was someone's finger
probing my butt! I turned around fast, ready to whack the jerk over the
head (silence be damned), but no one was there. Huh?! Then I looked
down, and there, sitting on a bench right behind me, was a big, black
fluffy, and *very* friendly cat. :) I was so relieved I almost burst
out laughing. Kitty and I then had a nice little bonding session.

By the way, these people keep their hot tub at *113* degrees (45 C),
which I think was one way of ensuring that nobody stayed there for too
long. (Though their heating bill must have been high!) There's no way
you could stand to be in that water longer than about 3 minutes. I
never even made it in past my shins, it was so scaldingly hot. Nice
kitty, though. :)

Joyce