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<blockquote data-quote="jester47" data-source="post: 1727175" data-attributes="member: 2238">I have to confess.&nbsp; I at one point was the little known sidekick to CatPiss Man:&nbsp; Cat Piss Boy.This all started when I was 14.&nbsp; My mom got a himalayan persian.&nbsp; The problem was that the cat was traumatised.&nbsp; The kids of the previous owner had pretty much chased and tormented the cat to the point that it shunned all human contact.&nbsp; We renamed the cat Kubla Kahn.&nbsp; Because of his trauma, Kubla had a problem with using the box.&nbsp; The cat went anywhere.&nbsp; Now at the time I was a messy teenager.&nbsp; Cloths (clean or dirty) went on the floor in one of two piles (clean and dirty) where any self respecting messy teen would put them.&nbsp; As it turns out, Kubla would sneak into my room, pee, and be gone before I was the wiser.&nbsp; Many times he would pee on my cleans.&nbsp; He was a sneaky bastard too.&nbsp; So I took to keeping my bedroom door closed.&nbsp; this only worked occasionally, as he was a sneaky bastard and would sneak in when I was not looking and had the door open.&nbsp; So I learned to smell my cloths every morning.&nbsp; Initially it was a brief snif, but after several times discovering a piss stain on my pants or the back of my shirt, I came to carefully inspect every garmet.&nbsp; It took me about a year to get to the point where my habits were good enough that I very very rarely if ever smelled like cat piss.&nbsp; The thing is, at school, if I got a reaction on a day that I missed the sniff, I would say &quot;yeah, I smell like crap, cat pissed on my shirt and I missed it.&quot;&nbsp; At least I got points for knowing about it.&nbsp; Granted, dates were hard to get, but getting a car and good cat habits fixed that.&nbsp; So it can be done.&nbsp; Aaron.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jester47, post: 1727175, member: 2238"] I have to confess. I at one point was the little known sidekick to CatPiss Man: Cat Piss Boy. This all started when I was 14. My mom got a himalayan persian. The problem was that the cat was traumatised. The kids of the previous owner had pretty much chased and tormented the cat to the point that it shunned all human contact. We renamed the cat Kubla Kahn. Because of his trauma, Kubla had a problem with using the box. The cat went anywhere. Now at the time I was a messy teenager. Cloths (clean or dirty) went on the floor in one of two piles (clean and dirty) where any self respecting messy teen would put them. As it turns out, Kubla would sneak into my room, pee, and be gone before I was the wiser. Many times he would pee on my cleans. He was a sneaky bastard too. So I took to keeping my bedroom door closed. this only worked occasionally, as he was a sneaky bastard and would sneak in when I was not looking and had the door open. So I learned to smell my cloths every morning. Initially it was a brief snif, but after several times discovering a piss stain on my pants or the back of my shirt, I came to carefully inspect every garmet. It took me about a year to get to the point where my habits were good enough that I very very rarely if ever smelled like cat piss. The thing is, at school, if I got a reaction on a day that I missed the sniff, I would say "yeah, I smell like crap, cat pissed on my shirt and I missed it." At least I got points for knowing about it. Granted, dates were hard to get, but getting a car and good cat habits fixed that. So it can be done. Aaron. [/QUOTE]

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