Not for SuperSmellerWoman, though! You leave a bag of trash out in the hallway, its stench will pollute my dreams. Jesus tap-dancing Christ, that cat has bad breath - but under normal circumstances it's only apparent if you actually stick your nose within milimeters of his open mouth. And not just smelling it being engulfed by it. What the hell is it?' Then I looked down, and saw that the cat was cleaning himself. Squab, sitting at the other end of the sofa, did not smell anything. 'What the hell is that smell?' I asked Mr. Suddenly, the entire area smelled like a zoo/aquarium.
Or take last night, where I was sitting in calm repose next to one of my cats on the sofa.
And what with the curries, and the barbecues, and the onion, and the pizza - it's not a good combination, people. But now - god almighty! I swear I can smell it when someone merely opens their tupperware, or pries the lid of their can of soup. The closest kitchen/microwave is about 300 feet away from me, and normally I'll catch a faint whiff of whatever someone's just heated up. For example, right now, my senses are being assaulted with the various and conflicting smells of coworkers' lunches. I'm rivalling Superman in my odor-awareness powers. I know it's a normal side effect of the pregs, but lordy. Seriously, my sense of smell has gone beyond all rational levels.