Personally, Three Oaths thought all champagne tasted like cat piss.

The place was deserted, and deservedly so: it smelled of cat piss.

It also cloaked the smell of cat piss.

Everything had that unmistakable, stinging reek of cat piss.

Becker had to keep looking around to make sure Roadkill was still aboard because the whole ship had stopped smelling like cat piss.

Well, all these years of wondering later, the man had his answer- double mocha lattes tasted one step above cat piss.

What do I want with cat piss?

The second floor reeked of the three of them: cooked carrots, dope, and cat piss.

It was not the sharp smell of cat piss.