Ranger Buddy and I are working on this house that's in a humongous piece of property in the countryside. It's a beautiful piece of land and of course, nature is all around, especially the feral cats. There must be about 100 kitties that come and visit, and the homeowners are generous people who feed them, but this means they come everyday, and they treat the outside as their living room.
So, imagine the bushes around this house as the giant kitty litter box for feral kitties for years and years. And imagine, Ranger Buddy and I, crawling around on our hands and knees cleaning up roofing debris, smearing the dirt all over our clothes and hands. Imagine the smell of kitty poop embedded in your hands that even soap can't get rid of.
Now, as you know, RB has school and he takes evening/night classes. So, he changes into clean clothes at the end of the day and then tries to clean off as much as possible. He washes. He scrubs. Then he puts on deodorant. On his fingers.
He turned to me: "How do I smell?"
I sniffed the air. Sniffed again. "Like Kitty Poop eau Old Spice."
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3 comments:
Ew. Now, that's a stinky story.
Aw, but they are cute kitties, though.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was a good read. Sorry about the stinky though.
Deb
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