There's been a rug in our living room forever. I don't know how long it's been there. It was my grandmother's before we had it. It's beige with a beautiful flower pattern. But the only thing is, there's always been a stain. From the day we got it, that stain has always been there. I just looked at it and thought it was some spilled coffee or something. I never knew what it was.
Well, one day my mom had had enough of staring at that stupid stain. She was armed and ready with paper towels and cleaning spray. She sprayed and sprayed and sprayed. After a couple minutes, I noticed a smell.
My mom had unleashed a putrid smell, probably of cat piss. It might have been fifty degrees outside, but we opened up all the windows to the house.
Eventually, she gave up and threw it in the open garage.
The beautiful antique rug? Yeah, it was covered in cat piss.