It's a good job I love my cat

Just so that you can picture the scene, I'm lying in my bedroom in my new house. As it's a shared house, I have a litter tray in my room. Dolly cat has spent most of the morning out in the garden.
I'm just about to embark on a deep relaxation, listening to Youtube...

"You are about to enter," says the deep, male voice, "a state of deep relaxation. Inhale deeply…"
What's that smell?
"And exhale fully…"
My dinner can't smell that awful.
"Once again, inhale deeply…"
It smells like cat shit.
"And exhale fully…"
It is cat shit.
"Now, all you have to do is…"
Clean it up.
So much for my deep relaxation. I won't go into details, but let's just say she'd partially missed the tray and done a poop on the plastic mat put there to protect the carpet.

It's a good job I love my cat.