I woke up with that splitting headache; an all too obvious after-effect of having one too many. But that morning-after agony wasn’t the only thing that abruptly cut my sleep; a skunky smell wafting across my room was becoming unbearable. What’s that smell? My house has never had a nice smell on account of the packets of cigarettes I chain-smoke daily. What’s more, G-spot’s litter box had not been emptied for almost two weeks and the odour it heaped onto the cocktail of the repulsive stench was awful, to say the least. Well, I named my pussy cat G-spot but that is beside the point….