Everything smells. Sometimes good, sometimes not so good.
That message hit home when I recently took a class with a smelly guy. Yuk.
Cats are the same way. Some cats smell so good I enjoy putting my face in their fur to inhale. (No, not the belly because that’s the part that’s next to the litter in the box.)
My old cat Jake was that way. He smelled like fresh spring air. Morgan is like that too. It’s a clean smell.
Hazel, on the other hand, has a perspiration smell to her. It’s a soft smell and not annoying but I don’t put my face in her fur. It’s not quite like a men’s gym locker but I can smell it. (I have a great functional nose. I can smell things no one else can and that’s not always good.)
Hazel is also a gassy cat. That doesn’t help. No one – human or feline — wants to be downwind.
I don’t know what the difference is. Maybe some cats are born like that or some are more meticulous about hygiene.
For me sweet cat smell ranks right next to puppy breathe – that soft smell of sweet mother’s milk.