Pet shop?

A Pet Shop??? The Tall Man told me my paws smelled like a Pet Shop. Then, Grandma told me I smelled like a Pet Shop too! The Lap Lady tried to defend my honor but they were laughing at me.

OK, so it started with a really long play session with the wand toy. I was leaping, and pouncing, and spinning all around. It was great! I don't really know my own limits so I get quite worked up. As cats can only sweat through their paws, I started to work up quite a sweat. The Tall Man sniffed my feet and said, "Ew! She smells like a Pet Shop!". Then Grandma said the same thing. Then, the Tall Man said I wasn't allowed to sleep in the snuggle room if I still smelled like that and I had to go give myself a bath. I was too tired to move at that point so I just lounged around for a while.

I don NOT smell like a Pet Shop. I don't even know what a Pet Shop smells like, but apparently not good by the way they were laughing. At least the Lap Lady told me I didn't smell bad. She must be the only one who really loves me.