smelly cat

When I got home from rehearsal tonight, my husband told me about his night:

I was sitting in the basement listening to Concrete Blonde, and Joey [the song] started playing. Then Joey [the cat] came downstairs and sat down on my lap.

Then his leg twitched, and I smelled a fart.

It's OK, Joey [speaking to the cat], I'm not angry anymore.*

* This won't really make sense if you don't know the song! But who doesn't know the song?