All Eyes On Her

Our kitty, Trumpet, is an adorable sweet feline — but he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He often uses his litterbox, forgets to cover up his own kitty-products, and then refuses to go in it if there’s exposed kitty-product the next time around. So he goes on the floor in front of the box.

We purchased a special rubberized mat that goes in front of the box to help remedy this problem. It has little grooved tracks to help remove excess litter from his paws when he steps out of the box. And usually when he gets confused and goes in the wrong place, it all goes on the mat, which makes it a pretty simple thing to clean up. We just rinse out the mat in our spare shower, and then suds it up with some soap.

That’s where the lavender comes in. The soap I always use for this task is just our lavender-infused hand soap, because it’s naturally antibacterial and deodorizing. But after several months of doing this off and on, I now can’t smell lavender without thinking of cat piss.

Way to go, kitty. You ruined an entire genre of skincare items for me! I’m hoping my love of lavender will return to me someday, but it kind of amuses me how strong this association is. We’re DEFINITELY switching hand soaps when this stuff runs out, though — I feel like I’m washing my hands in… well you know.

Thanks a lot, kitty!