Caturday, Busted Style.

The first detonation caused ears to perk and eyes to get wide.

The crackle that followed causes the weak to flee.

Unsurprisingly, the ignorant were content to lay about as they did not see an immediate threat, until the gas started spreading.
Pandemonium reigns supreme, every varmint for themselves!

Looks of recrimination were hurled from the corners, who could possibly be so inhumane as to start such uncalled for civil strife?


Translation;
I had two cats laying on me until I cut a giant fart and then cracked another beer.