When you live with someone, you often develop little quirky cohabitation habits that only the two of you know about. I have one of those with Comet.

See, when she stands on her hind legs, she often farts audibly. And now I’m so used to this, that I know when she’s up to no good, like trying to reach my peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the counter.

When all else is quiet in the house, you may hear a pinched little “brrrrap”, followed by a “Hey! what are you doing!?”

It’s just one of those little things.