Then came the bombshell. It started as the faintest whiff - the merest zephyr of cat poop wafting up my nose. It's worth pondering for a moment what goes on in a cats devilish insides. Consider what goes in at the front end. But if I came home after a hard day at the office and found a tin of that laid out for my dinner there would be a great deal of shouting and a trip to the lawyer's.
Cat food is vile.
There is a common bond that is shared across humanity - everyone in the whole world, when opening a tin of cat food before breakfast shouts when they get a whiff of it. And then came the urine. In an attempt to resolve the situation, Yorkshire Water Limited had to draft in hundreds of water tankers to top up the depleted resevoirs. They needn't have bothered. All they had to do was couple a pipeline to my cat's wang, erect a sizable distilling facility and provide gas masks to the local residents.