HA! Snow is NOTHING! This morning, in the dark, Missy chased a "cat" and ended up trying to bite the south end of a northbound skunk oh my god... She got a mouthful, and came back spitting and gagging oh my god... I deskunked her face and neck, but ohmygod her BREATH! And all the drool puddles reek. I suppose it's much worse for her, not only can she smell better than me, but it's in her mouth, so she has to taste it as well. You'd think they'd
learn that chasing stripey cats is a bad idea, but nooooooooo.
It's very odiferous in here right now. I have serious floor cleaning to do today. I lit some incense, but it's not even making a dent.
Ever smelled a really badly burned clutch? Multiply by at least 10. IN MY LIVING ROOM.