Pissy…and not just my mood

I wore shorts to Pilates today that had cat piss on them. It wasn’t a lot of cat piss, more like a whiff. But I know that I need not describe in detail the pungent, distinctive, offensive odor that is cat urine. How did I come to be this person who would throw on a pair of crumpled running shorts lying on the floor of her obviously dirty bathroom, who also had not showered in two days, only to dart out to the studio to sweat through an hour of Pilates? In a group setting, nonetheless.