Owned by a cat
Things you do when you’re owned by a cat:
- Put a blanket on top of a box he likes instead of taking out what is in the box. He’ll get tired of sleeping there…eventually.
- At 4 in the morning, he meows at you, and before you’re awake enough to know what you’re doing you’ve opened a can of cat food, spooned it into a bowl, and he’s eaten half of it already.
- Move the cat litter out of your bedroom and into another area, then have to move it back again when he starts using your closet as his litter box.
Number 3 has already cost me half a bottle of odoban. And I’m still trying to get rid of the pee smell.
He does have his good qualities. At the moment, I can’t remember any of them. Every time he tries to get on my lap, the stench of eucalyptus-scented pee accosts my nostrils.
Is he stepping in pools of odoban on his quest to find a new place inside my closet to pee?
I can’t…I just can’t think about that possibility right now.
Is there a smell more evil than the lyptus-urine that just won’t die?
Tomorrow, I’ll burn a vanilla odor-killer candle inside my closet and hope I’m not creating another olfactory monster.