I mean it, Granny…you have been warned!
I have been congenitally cursed with a bloodhound-like nose. I can detect and identify even the faintest of aromas. This is unfortunate when I am faced with an odor that I would like to avoid, but will be GREAT when my kids are old enough to try to sneak back into the house under the influence of illicit substances. Between my nose and the watchful eye (and suspicious nature) of Hubby, the ex-cop, our kids won’t be able to get away with anything (at least that’s what we are deluding ourselves into believing).
Well, this week, I noticed that one of our cats was smelling a little…funky. Well, REALLY funky. Like ASS. Like he had clogged anal glands. Ewww… Hubby usually handles any grossness that happens to pop up at our house: vomit, dead animals, litter box (back when we had one), etc. I was pretty sure that I knew what the problem was, so I found this article and showed it to Hubby, just in case he wanted to save some $$$ and tackle this problem ourselves. He did not. So, aforementioned funky kitty was shuttled off to the vet, who very expediently took care of the problem. The vet was very impressed with my proper diagnosis. Worth every penny of the $75, but kitty still smelled a little when he got home and Dr. B. said that it might take a couple of days for the odor to dissipate. With my nasal passages functioning as they do, funky ass smelling cat in the house was just NOT an option, so Ace got himself a bath. Poor cat, after his humiliating treatment at the vet’s office, and then getting doused with water against his will when he got home, he spent the rest of the day slinking around like a street urchin: “What ELSE are you going to do to me?”
Boy and Girl were sweet, though, and consoled him thusly after his bath:
