Cat Pee Misadventures

I thought I'd share a little incident from the recent Scotland trip. The place where we stayed on Orkney has a resident white cat named Thorfinn (Named after some bad ass viking from the 10th century, his nickname was Skullsplitter). Anyway, Thorfinn the bad ass cat got into my room and decided that my open camera bag on the floor was an invitation.

I didn't realize it until the next day when we were photographing in a little chapel, and an old man who happened to be the caretaker walked by. I thought to myself, "That old dude had better take a shower soon, or he'll scare away all of the tourists..." I went back to my camera, which I had just mounted on the tripod, thinking, "boy, that old dude had better take a shower or the paint is gonna start peeling off of the walls in here..." Then I realized that he was long gone, and the smell was stronger than ever. Having recently showered myself, and then having a bonus shower outside as we ran for the chapel, I realized to my horror that I was smelling my own $3000 camera just inches from my face.

Needless to say, Skullsplitter and I are no longer friends. The camera seems mostly ok, but the strap, bag and memory card case are stankin, even after a half a bottle of febreeze and a soak in the sink. Yech!