Years ago one of our semi ferals Leo was nicked by a car, ran off, & disappeared. After 10 days we found him next door (!) deep in a tangle of bushes. We took him home & set up a bed with a heating pad. For the next few days he simply lay there with a blissful grin on his face—similar to the expression Goldie has in panel two. Checked out fine at the vets, & soon was back to his mischievous self (nothing quite like a ginger tabby!) Before the incident, Leo would chase our other semi feral Midnight, a sweet tortie. While he was missing, Midnight literally mourned his absence, and when Leo was rehabbing, Midnight would comfort groom him— a reminder that cat relationships are confounding. When Midnight later passed a year later, Leo came in the house for the first time, charged up the stairs, and searched everywhere for his missing partner. Broke our hearts.
Thanks for teaching me a new (and important) word, on Thanksgiving no less! Now I can tell the extended family to “Keep the clowder of the dining room table!”
I’ve never had a cat with gas, although one dog we had was so prolific in “passing” that his nickname was ‘Flatulence!’