ROFL , Pam. Night before last my husband and I were on the couch with the dogs watching tv. He just casually asks me if we can get something to make Rita's breath smell better. So I look over and see them "making out". I said "What does her breath smell like?" and he says "Poop." "Umm, duh, that's because she probably managed to get into the cat box again and neither one of you can kiss me for the rest of the night!"