Stinky feets

I was having sniffs, around my home.

I sniffed lots of things — cupboards, chairs, boxes.

Then my catty nostrils caught the scent of something.

It was cheesy.

It was really strong.

It ponged.

I tried to find out where it was coming from.

I was pulled towards the big, main room, where my hooman was sitting.

The smell was even stronger.

Next to him were his feets covers.
That's where the smell was coming from.

*Catty gag*

Poo, hooman — your feets stinks!
They needs a wash.

I meowed and looked up at him in disbelief...

 


 

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