Last night I dreamt that I got a math test back with an 82 on it, all due to some definitions and trivia that I hadn't studied for. My wife got a 102, and I felt ashamed and threw my test away. Then I smelt something funny, and under the coffee table, one of the cats pooed again.

In other news, in real life to add to the cat horror stories, one of my cats farted, but I actually heard it. I didn't know that was possible. I just picked it up and ftttttftttttt. Gross.