I have a ninja cat. In reality I have 7 cats all of who hate me so I can't narrow down the suspect.
There is a smell in my bedroom - a unique smell - a smell of marked terrortory. How? I ask God - there has been no cat (to my knowledge) in my bedroom in 4-6 months and yet the smell is clear.

Falling asleep last night I have this image of Big Old Fat Machers (Bofm for short) slipping into skin tight pleather outfit (I can't see a cat wearing real leather - it just seems wrong to wear the skin of a fellow member of the mammialia class of vertebrates)donning a head-set and heat seeking night vision googles 007 style in order to find the perfect, undectable spot to 'claim as his forever' - I should rename him conquistador Juan Ponce de Leon. I think it's fitting.

Today you will find me sniffing every baseboard, nightstand, houseplant, bed frame, sheet set, and corner in my home and scrubbing it with a mixture of bleach and Mrs. Meyers geranium cleanser. Using Mrs. Meyers makes me feel better about using bleach..... go figure.

Are dogs less work?