Adding insult to injury

Getting up early to go to the gym before work is bad enough.

Worse is getting there, starting to work out, and realizing that someone in the gym smells really bad.

Even worse is realizing that the smell is cat urine.

Approaching the nadir of worseness is the one-two realization whammy that the person whose t-shirt smells of cat-urine is, in fact, oneself, leading one to start speculating on the number of other things one’s orange cat may have peed on.

I wonder just how many ways there are to skin a cat.