What Is Worse: Being an A$$ or Smelling Like Cat Pee?

Just after my last post we had a visit from a landscaper. We're trying to turn our back yard from a muddy mulch/dead ivy pit into usable space. Namely we'd like to put a swing set back there, but some sort of grassy substance should come first, no?

Anyhoodle!

The woman came to give us an estimate, and as soon as she walked onto the porch she was greeted by our kitty Simon. Now Simon has historically been an indoor cat, but he is wily and gets out often now that there is only one door between him and the outside world. We all sat down on the porch to discuss some of the things we wanted to do, and I was overcome with the odor of cat urine. Like a slap to the face, really. Figuring it had been the cat, I commented on the stink and apologized. I then went on to elaborate on how bad the smell was, how strong and disgusting it was, etc.

Five minutes later we walked around to the back of the house. The smell? Followed us. Into the drive way, the stench lingered. It was then that I began to realize that the smell was coming from her. Maybe it was fertilizer or maybe it was her sweater. Either way, it was rank.

So afterwards I felt bad about my extended remix of 'God does that stink.' But is that better or worse than smelling like pee?