Just now, after Vino had finished his bedtime snack, he went to the loo
for a pre-bed poop.  But afterwards, he came charging down the hallway
at breakneck speed instead of his usual cool and casual saunter.
This immediately raised my suspicions since post-pooping scurrying is
often indicative of that nastiest of butt invaders, the klingon.
I managed a quick glance at his backside before he disappeared under the
bed.  I thought I saw something dark there.  This is really one of those
times when it helps to have a light coloured cat with no tail ;-)
I rushed to the bed to see if I could get Vino.  But as soon as I got
there, he casually strolled out.  I grabbed him and immediately did the
butt inspection.  All clean!  WTF?!?  Could I have been wrong?
I let Vino go but decided it might be prudent to check under the bed,
just in case.  A-HA!!!  There it was!  A klingon underneath the dead
center of my king sized bed!  This was really the last thing I needed at
11 pm, just before going to bed.  There were no ifs ands or butts (!)
about it, the klingon had to go or no sleep would be possible.  The
odour was already beginning to be noticeable.
So I crawled under the bed with a big hunk of toilet paper and retrieved
the klingon, dispatching it to it's final demise down the toilet.
How does one go to sleep after such an adventure?  Perhaps I'll have a
glass of warm milk to calm down ;-)