A conversation that just occurred behind me:
Mom: Why does the cat smell like cologne?
Dad: What?
Mom: I swear he smells like- no, you know what it is? It’s powder.
Dad: He might’ve gotten into the foot powder-
Mom: No, foot powder smells like peppermint. This is more...like baby powder.
Dad: Why would the cat smell like baby powder?
Mom: That’s exactly what he smells like, smell him.
Dad: No. I don’t-
Mom: Smell the cat.
Dad: I don’t want to smell the cat.
Mom: Come. Smell. This. Cat.
Dad: I don’t want to smell the cat.
Mom: I’m telling you, he smells like powder. Smell him!
Dad: I really don’t want to smell the cat.
Mom: Smell the cat!
This went on about 7 or 8 times before she finally settled on the theory that he’d been rubbing in the drier sheets.