So there I was- scrubbing out my undershirts in the kitchen sink- when I caught the most sensational scent. It was strong and thick, and came out of nowhere. The neighbors must have been cooking outside. Pork chops? Grilled chicken legs, with corn on the cob? No…it had a tangy twist. Sweet and sour glazed salmon?
By this point, I was wringing out the t-shirts and laying them out to dry.
No, I decided. It had a hint of sweetness…not tangy. Maybe I left a cabinet open that had food from the previous owners? Gingersnaps cookies maybe? No. Richer.
I decided they, like myself, must have kept a healthy and unending supply of sea salt chocolate caramels. Mmmm. Yum.
And by this point, I was full on drooling.
I was ready to go hide under the blankets and try to ‘nap the craving away’ when I passed by the laundry room….
Now.
we got rid of the washer and dryer.
but the laundry room, for now, hosts one of the most revolting items in my home:
cat litter box. And because I care about
my kitties, my own health, and my budget, I use saw dust pellets which work amazing at
not killing us slowly…but it doesn’t cover cat made aromas….
And there is where I found the origin of my sea salt chocolate caramels.
Cat poop.
Fresh. Hot. Salty. Sweet.
…and even after the awareness of what was filling my nostrils, I continued to drool.
If you take nothing away from my 40 day fast but one thing, let it be this: you will crave cat s*** on day 32.
...I promise.
