Hello internet,
Today I'd like to address the subject of cats, specifically unneutered male cats, specifically the certain things-they-do involving, supposedly, their bladders. I speculate that the discharge my roommate's demon has desecrated the living room with is not in fact urine whatsoever but the bile of hell itself.
I can't be having with cat ****. I first noticed that it must have happened when I had company over and we dared to make use of the sofa and television. Concerns were raised, and I was told that the thing would have a trip to the vet following an upcoming paycheck. I had a recent little trip to New Mexico on school-related stuff and upon return the monster has apparently drenched the entire room with ****. It SMELLS BAD.
Sir piddle-spray was brought here as a kitten, so I saw this as a sort of omen, one I was assured would be nipped in the bud the moment it occurred. Well surprise.
I'm not really soliciting advise on how to remove the odor I would just like to speak all scholarly and such on the matter. Ultimately it will probably fall on me to hunt down something because the roomie and his company seem to be either ignoring it or are somehow oblivious to it. Perhaps they have developed immunity such as a snake-handler becomes resistant to venom. I really don't know but I am really tired of that bloody cat.
Pray you never experience this. If you're foolish enough to actually want to own a male kitten or have in the past and subjected yourself to it willingly then your masochism astounds me.
It smells.
Today I'd like to address the subject of cats, specifically unneutered male cats, specifically the certain things-they-do involving, supposedly, their bladders. I speculate that the discharge my roommate's demon has desecrated the living room with is not in fact urine whatsoever but the bile of hell itself.
I can't be having with cat ****. I first noticed that it must have happened when I had company over and we dared to make use of the sofa and television. Concerns were raised, and I was told that the thing would have a trip to the vet following an upcoming paycheck. I had a recent little trip to New Mexico on school-related stuff and upon return the monster has apparently drenched the entire room with ****. It SMELLS BAD.
Sir piddle-spray was brought here as a kitten, so I saw this as a sort of omen, one I was assured would be nipped in the bud the moment it occurred. Well surprise.
I'm not really soliciting advise on how to remove the odor I would just like to speak all scholarly and such on the matter. Ultimately it will probably fall on me to hunt down something because the roomie and his company seem to be either ignoring it or are somehow oblivious to it. Perhaps they have developed immunity such as a snake-handler becomes resistant to venom. I really don't know but I am really tired of that bloody cat.
Pray you never experience this. If you're foolish enough to actually want to own a male kitten or have in the past and subjected yourself to it willingly then your masochism astounds me.
It smells.
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