Smelling the flowers

I had just gotten home from the gym this morning when Felix meandered in, hoping for a snack. I looked down and immediately noticed a big splotch of yellow on his back. I immediately thought “great, one of rotten pups has finally peed on Felix.” I knelt down, picked him up to carry him to the sink, but stopped when I smelled…flowers?

It took me a few minutes to realize that he’d been smelling and rubbing his whole body in my anniversary flowers from Neil and that he had not in fact been R. Kelly’d by the dogs. Cats live such a charmed life.