Seriously... who shot a rabbit... opened their lunch... passed gas...

I'm sitting in my office catching up on emails at the end of a Friday afternoon.

There are three of us in here.  Me, the dog Ben and one of our cats, Rocky.

There is the unmistakeable odour of something gone terribly wrong in here.

I'm trying to narrow it down.  I had a goat curry roti for lunch; could be me.  Ben?  May have eaten a cat turd or two... Rocky?  Rocky just left the room and something really nasty, evil and altogether wicked followed him on the way out the door.

Apparently, he, too, had more than enough.

Me and the dog are close behind.