Tinny the cat likes to sleep on my shoulder.
When I am not around, she likes to sleep in my laundry pile.
Because it smells like me.
Sometimes, when I am around, she sleeps in the laundry pile.
Maybe it smells more like me than I do?
Or perhaps I smell too much like me?
I do eat a lot of onions and garlic.
And my farts are wicked horrible.
But then my laundry pile will smell like them, too, right?
Maybe I should eat so much garlic and so many onions.
And I should do my laundry more often.