Working on my portfolio paper describing the defense industry for my class in ‘The Legal and Regulatory Environment’. Glass of Marsala wine at my side to “ease the creative writing process”. Feeling smart as I purvey Hoover’s online database, cross-referencing information with DataMonitor. The computer’s subwoofer is pumping Grease and ‘Rock ‘N’ Roll is Here to Stay’. The paper’s coming together and I’m feeling pretty smart. And then…

Wafting from the litter box side of the basement comes the distinct aroma of a cat fart. Since the big cat snuck outside earlier this evening, this has to be emanating from our little cat. The little cat who weighs all of 10 pounds (or did, anyway – she’s a prime candidate for Atkins of late) has dropped a nuclear stink bomb. All brain activity ceases, as my nose fights for survival.