Runnin' on Cat Pee
Last Saturday UberGeek and I decided to go for a morning run in a nearby neighborhood. We packed up the kiddos, loaded the Bob Ironman Duallie in the minivan and headed out. When we arrived and began to unpack we noticed the unmistakable odor of cat urine. UberGeek unloaded the stroller and I was devastated. That duallie is my pride and joy, not to mention I was banking on selling it for a decent amount when we were done with it. I sniffed it from bottom to top but couldn't find the source, yet the odor was definitely lingering. We decided not to waste any more time with the smell and set off on our run.
After a mile or so we turned off in another direction. Ubergeek, running along at a relaxed pace for him, turned toward me and said, "I think it's me." "What's you?" I replied. That's when he told me that he thought it was his running shirt that the smell of cat pee was coming from. I had to stop running immediately, "UH-AH!" I said, bent over at the waist laughing. Then I demanded to smell him, he was right, the shirt, which I had washed just a few days prior had the obvious smell of cat pee.
Apparently our rescue cat, Carpet, who we have not had fixed yet, has the hots for UberGeek and found his shirt in the clean laundry basket. That's what the vet explained, peeing on the clothing or items of someone close to the cat is a compliment of sorts. We've finally made the appointment to have her spayed, one urine soaked running shirt of love is enough.
