smell no evil

Sometimes you just know when things have gone horribly wrong. Sometimes it's a feeling in your gut, a tingle in your teeth, or a little psychic itch in your mind to let you know that all is not right in the world.

I didn't need any sixth sense to clue me in. One of the original five worked just fine. As soon as I stuck my head through the door when I got home, I was sent staggering back by the stink. I don't know what is in the new catfood, but it takes no prisoners. Even now, a full hour after cleaning out the litter box, there is still a lingering presence. And I cleaned with clorox.

Pound for pound, cats can produce more sound and stink than other animals ten times their size. It is unreal.