June 18th 2010 11:48 pm
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The other day my mom was cuddling me. She stuck her nose into my fur and said, "You smell like French toast! Mmm, yum! You're making me hungry!"
And yesterday she said, "You smell like a vanilla milk shake. Where have you been that you smell like a vanilla milkshake?" I haven't been anywhere, Mom; just around the house.
I don't know where she gets these ideas. I don't think I smell like food at all. I think I smell like the towel on the shelf in my dad's office where I sit and look out the window to watch kittyvision. And that towel smells like the linen closet, which itself smells like lavender because there is a lot of lavender soap in there as well as towels. (I know this because I have crawled around inside the linen closet investigating and sniffing every shelf.) And none of those things smell like a vanilla milkshake or French toast. Nothing anywhere in this house smells like a vanilla milkshake or French toast; at least, not to me.
My mom thought her previous cat Patrick smelled like cinnamon raisin bread. She has some very odd ideas about how cats smell. Either that or the olfactory bulb in her nose has been malfunctioning for a long time.
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MomKatt always tells me how good I smell. I guess that's better than the alternative! MOL! But really ... I don't know what I smell LIKE.
I'm sure you smell very nice; perhaps like cinnamon or maybe like that spicy smell that manzanita has after it has been warmed by the sun.
Yes, there are worse ways to smell than "clean," mol!!