I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a crazy cat lady with synesthesia. I actually find the smell quite comforting. It’s a smell that reminds me of apple pie (made of playdough and composted leaves) and Christmas (at a homeless shelter).
Or maybe this is just an adaptation thing. I can’t ALWAYS clean out the litterbox AS SOON AS it’s smelly, so the only way I can go on living is if I accept the smell as a good thing. With 4 cats- one of which cannot shit without immediately going to the other litterbox and crapping in that one, too- you kind of have to roll with the pungent punches.
What’s most likely is that this is just something that only *I* like.
However, it’s also possible that my roommate also likes it, considering he has yet to say anything.
Maybe he thinks I have no sense of smell, like my friend Star.
