When I was about eleven, my parents let me get a cat. He turned out to be the greatest cat ever, and I miss him.
I still remember preparing for his arrival. We bought food and water dishes, cat toys, a slicker brush, and a litter box, which I filled myself. I had never dealt with litter boxes before in my life, and even that was fascinating. While it was brand new, clean, and untouched, it was actually... kind of inviting. The litter was dusty and had a weird but clean institutional-floral scent to it.
Then we got the kitten, and my family and I watched in awe as Kitty instinctively dug in the pristine box, squatted, and took his very first dump in his new house. "Awww," I joked as Kitty sniffed the fresh poo and covered it up with a small mountain of Tidy Cat.
When I like to be reminded of a kitten pooping, I pull out a bottle of Fresh Lemon Sugar eau de parfum, because the smell is identical to that of a new bag of kitty litter. In other words, you will never ever see me with a bottle of Lemon Sugar.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Fresh - Lemon Sugar
Posted by Diversey at 11:18 AM in: diversey stinks archive
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2 comments:
Isn't Fresh that makeup counter where we got makeovers and I ended up looking like a drag queen on a bender?
They put your lips on crooked!
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