Why I Do Not Love the Smell of Cat Piss in the Morning

A rant about serving as staff for an elderly cat.

Maxine aka She Who Must Be Obeyed. Photo by Marie A Bailey

This morning I abruptly woke to the music of our oldest boy kitty Junior harassing our oldest girl kitty Maxine. Music as in a melodramatic opera complete with hisses, snarls, and banshee cries. Groan. I hadn’t slept well so I insisted on not jumping out of bed to quell the commotion.