I even have a stack of those white shop towels I use for cleaning the floors and counters where the cats have peed. I use a couple every day or so, more if the situation calls for it. I use Nature’s Miracle. I keep on top of the litterboxes.
Yet, sometimes when we walk into the house, the smell is overpowering (to me, anyway) and I just get so discouraged.
Yesterday I cleaned. Washed the sofa and futon covers and the towels I have draped over the front of the armrests. I cleaned the floors of urine, pulled out the cedar chest and washed under that (seems I’m doing that a couple of times a day now, since I realized that the pee was going under it). I thought I’d done a good job.
We went to dinner with Brian’s family last night and when we got home and walked into the house, I almost wanted to cry. It smelled. All the work I’d done and it smelled. I walked into the laundry room and it hit my like a ton of bricks.
You know those white shop towels I use for cleaning the cat urine? When I’m done with them, I put them in a laundry basket in the laundry room. And sometimes, they’re still damp.
Guess where the smell was coming from? Yep. My cleaning towels. Damn. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m not going to wash them until I’ve got enough to make it worth running the washing machine. I’m thinking about a different storage idea. I put them in the wash last night (there were only about eight of them). Before we went on our walk this morning, I put those clean towels in the dryer and put the micro-fiber wash towels in the washer and got those started.
And when we walked in the door from our walk? No smell. None.