Blogger's Note: If you aren't interested in reading another post about cat pee, please look away.
So, just when I was beginning to recover from my facefulls of eau de CatPee scented towels, I made a rather disturbing discovery...
The towels weren't merely scented with residual cat pee (due to being absent-mindedly washed along with a cat pee-soaked towel).
...a sort of "guilt by smelly-association"....
Unfortunately, they were not.
As luck would have it...the towels in question had been spritzed with the real deal.
I dried my face...three times... with towels that my cat had actually peed directly upon.
ok...everyone please say it with me:
How f*@king gross is that??
I don't think I'll ever be the same.
I was tidying up the bathroom last night and as I was putting some new non-catpee-scented towels in the Clean Towel Basket, I noticed some odd discolouration on the shelf underneath the wicker Clean Towel Basket ...and, upon inspection, it turns out that odd discolouration was full-strength unadulterated ...
The way I figure it, Rowdy Cat, while in the throes of a bit of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (to be explained in a later post) likely forgot what the litter box was for and decided that a nice wicker basket in a nice secluded corner in the bathroom would be a wonderful place in which to void his bladder...and that the basket was lined with nice soft towels was just an added bonus.
An added bonus for him, anyway.
So...yeah...actual real cat pee rubbed in my face after my shower.
I yearn for the time of innocence when I was under the blissful assumption that it was just the smell of cat pee thrice rubbed in my face after my shower.
Those were the good ol days.
Good. Ol. Days.