MANCAT MONDAY WITH DYLAN AND DANTE: THE SHOW MUSK GO ON!
Although they love each other dearly, Dylan and Dante are dis-STINK-tly different. Dylan takes care of his business very discreetly. Not so Dante, who likes to make a public show of it. Of course, being the "Secretary of Fertilization" for the Society of Feline Gardeners has something to do with that -- but truth be told, Dante is a born exhibitionist.
Dylan was relaxing on the deck bench when he hears a disturbance behind him.
Dante just dug a butt-sized dePURRession in the earth, which releases a rather musky smell.
Soon, the scent is intensified as Dante adds to his already pungent pile of backyard doodoo.
Dylan's sensitive nose is assaulted by this freshly-depawsited funkiness.
Here's a shot of the PURRpetrator in action!
"Uh-oh! He's in it fur da long haul, if yoo get his drift!", despairs Dylan.
And drift it does! "I cud use a powerful wind frum da south", says Dylan "ta get rid of dat whoppin' wind frum da norf".
And just then ... "Oh, fank Cod!", exclaims Dylan in relief. "Dante's finely finished depawsitin', an' he's buryin' it deep in de erf." Dante considers this his 'buried treasure'.
"Oops! Pawdon!", says Dante as he inadfurtently breaks wind one last time. It adds that final 'musk-have' note to the symphony of smells.
After that last blast has wafted away, Dylan says to Dante, "I'm glad yoo finely cleared de air between us."
"I hasta mark dis spot wif an "X" so I kin find it again. Dat's wot yoo do wif buried treasure", explains Dante.
It just goes to show you that one mancat's funk is another mancat's treasure!