Yes, Â I did use the word pooter. My husband has adopted this word ever since we had the discussion last week of what word we would have our future children use when they flatulated (word…?). He told me he used the word “fart” and I said I grew up saying “pooter”. He gave me a glance that indicated he thought I was the strangest being on the planet and then continued to watch his oh so riveting Fox News (not going into THAT subject right now, but there will discussions in the future, of course). Anyways, back to the furry feline.
So we have this cat. His name is Duncan.
Sir Dunc.
But we’ve gotten into the habit of calling him Sir Dunc. Or I have at least. I’d say I’m the strange one in the family but really, all three of us (including Dunc) are absolutely  nuts. To give an example, last night we had our crew over to watch some movies and such (and such = the ladies crafting…drawing, cross stitching, etc.). But our friend who enjoys tormenting our cat and watching him squirm, picked up the cat, immediately dropped the cat, and exclaimed, “Ew Duncan! You smell so bad!” To which my husband responded, “Yeah, seriously, if he doesn’t want to be picked up, he drops a pooter.” Ie, our cat’s main defense mechanism is flatulence. Seriously?? What cat does that? Apparently ours. And really, if you have one similar, please tell me because I’d like to know what to do in those situations! And I find it absolutely hilarious and ironically ridiculous that this fuzzy ball of raging gas has landed into the family of someone who’s every thought, action, and emotion is effected by smell… again, I say seriously?? Seriously, my cat is a skunk.
Knows Scents 