Stinky

There is an almost inaudible squeak coming from somewhere in my house. I have no idea where it is coming from, it could be from the scary basement. Anyhoooooooooooooooo. This morning I went to take a bath, when I smelled the most horrific smell. Cat piss. The only thing I ask of my dear husband is to change the litter of the Sister Fats. Those cats are morbidly obese, and I am not very close to them. All they do is try and trip me if their kibble bowls are not filled and drag around howling monkeys, which I step on and then scream. They have absolutely no utility. Their corpulent bellies drag on the ground, they mewl and loll around. They do not eat mice, they do not keep my feet warm at night, on the contrary, they bite my feet. So when I went up to sit my bum in the tub, and smelled the rancid smell of urine, I was not impressed. I cleaned and sanitized their lavatory, but it was begrudgingly, and simultaneously was trying to stifle the gag reflex. When I woke up today I had a jingle from Church Camp (bad experience, which I will rant about at some point). "McDonalds is your kind of place Hamburgers in your face French fries up your nose Dill pickles between your toes Lord I want my money back Before I have a heart attack At McDonalds They do it all to you" I can't get it out of my head.