The circus comes to town 1
Lately I’ve been experiencing intermittent periods where life feels like a circus, and not always in a fun way. (Least fun: nightmares about escaped circus tigers.) Also, Rooster-the-cat has gone on an anti-grooming binge, and he’s no champion groomer to begin with, so without my help he can smell like a circus elephant. Or rather, he can smell like the straw bedding of any random circus animal. Strangely, ‘circus-animal’ is one of my strongest scent-memories. The last time I attended a circus I was 8, but it obviously had a lasting impact.