It's drizzly today, and the temperature has dropped further. Back home, I saw Dad sitting there in dismay. He had accidentally sat on the couch that my cat had peed on for hours. I don't know what to make of it; maybe he's gotten used to the smell of cat urine which made him so dull about its smell. But Mom noticed it. The cat repellent spray he bought weeks ago seems to have lost its magic. The acid smell no longer bothers the cat. Dad needs to resort to something else. I'm lucky because I never lie on that couch, so this problem is solely Dad's.