So last night I woke up in the middle of the night to the most heinous odor of all time.  A skunk had sprayed right outside our house, and our bedroom window was open.  I started crashing around like a crazy person, earplugs in and glasses off, trying to find the window to MAKE IT GO AWAY.

I don't think Beloved smelled it then or heard me, but ten minutes later he was up, gasping and spraying smelly spray around the bedroom. Bella the cat had the good sense to stay downstairs, where the windows had been closed. 

We wondered later if our black-and-white cat had attracted the skunk, a la Pepe le Pew, and it had sprayed in frustration in being unable to reach Her Hotness. 

So now, no snoring, but waking up from a skunk. It took me an hour to fall back asleep.

And in that hour, I sat there thinking I KNOW HE THOUGHT IT WAS ME.