Christ, Did a Cow Shit in Here?
When you live with cats, your going to, occasionally, notice a slight acrid urine smell around the house. It’s just part of the program.
For the most part, these smells are isolated to the litter box, which is how it should be. Every once in a while, I’ll notice a smell outside the box, which means that one of my cats, usually Fil, has decided the litter box was not clean enough for her liking and she decided to improvise her own box. I have two boxes for them and I’ve become fastidious about keeping it clean, but she still pisses on various throw rugs, newspapers or piles of clothes, now and again.
I’m sort of used to the odor by now, having lived around it for six years, and usually I can find the litter box du jour and toss it in the washing machine or dump it out in the trash. But every once in a while, I catch the whiff of cat piss, but can’t for the life of me locate the smell. There’s a hint of an acrid smell in the air, I search for it, can’t find it, and then it goes away. It hits me again, then I lose it.
This happened today. It took me all morning to realize that FIl had peed on my pajamas and I was carrying the smell with me all over the damn house. Fucking cats. Can’t live with ‘em. Can’t drown ‘em.