So, I'm sittin' on the couch Monday morning, givin' my Big Black Milwaukee Boots an aerosol zotz of footstuff* -- unusual for me, as I prefer powder but couldn't find any, latest trip to the market -- and Tam's cats were reacting as if I'd opened a bottle of skunk juice, ears back, lookin' around.
"Wow, the cats really hate the scent of this but I can't smell anything," sez I.
Tam: "No, they hate all aerosols, even the air-freshener. Even cooking spray."
Me: "Oh! They think it's swearing at them!"
Tam: "Cusswords In A Can!™"
Remember, you saw it here first.
*Yes, it is true: I have an almost pathological aversion to foot-fungus, having had a nasty bout of it as a tennie-wearing teen and having seen my Dad fight the stuff every day of his working life. What, you haven't any quirks?
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