Senseless pee poetry

Chilly Coon Kitty, King of the desk.

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People owned by cats are a special breed.

Take, for instance, my reaction the moment I walked into a closet full of expensive work clothes that now smell like cat pee.

Inside this 5 x 7 area with 1.5 feet of walking space is a dehumidifier that is presently sending pee-flavored aromas into the air.

My senseless poetry for the day:

No matter how

expensive the 3

odor killing candles

in my closet may be,

it still smells like

vanilla pee.Β Β 

Why did he do it?

I forgot to clean his coon cat-sized litter box yesterday.

One day.Β  One.Β  Um.Β  Uno.

I’d stop buying the expensive urinary cat food from tractor supply and replace it with a store brand, but you can’t get the odor of cat pee out of shoe leather.