What's that smell?

Today was one of those gloomy days. The kind of day that makes you wish it was a holiday so you wouldn't have to get out of bed. I could see it was rather foggy just by looking out the window, but what I couldn't tell was how stinkin' cold it was outside! I decided to take the kids to school in the wagon, just to save on time. Only it didn't save me time because I had to spend extra time trying to dry it off, thanks to the lovely fog mist in the air. I threw in some blankets and then the kids and then some more blankets and backpacks, grabbed my jacket and gloves and we were off! The kids snuggled up in the blankets as the wind snapped at their little faces, causing their noses to turn red. Little strands of my hair kept blowing in my face and tickling my nose and I would brush them away with my gloved fingers. After a couple times of this I realized that I kept smelling something funny, but I wasn't sure what it was or where it was coming from, so I kept going. Naissa got to her class and Isaac and I turned around and walked and talked with a friend. Again, my hair blew in my face and I brushed it away. My friend and I stopped near the parking lot and kept talking. Once again I brushed my hair out of my face and rubbed my nose and that's when it hit me......the smell.......I knew that smell very well.....how could I not of known what that was before......to make sure, I rubbed my nose again. YES! It was my glove.....the funny smell was on my glove! The funny smell was faint, but very much there. When it clicked in my head that my glove was the object causing the displeasing smell and that the smell was of all things......CAT PEE.....I ripped that glove off and threw it in the wagon. But then my mind began to go....which cat pee'd on my glove? Is there MORE pee somewhere else? What if the cat who pee'd on my glove pee'd on something I can't wash and ruined it? (not like it would be the first time but still...) Who is the guilty cat....that's what I wanted to know. Not that I would throw them outside in the freezing cold weather....I don't think? Was this personal? Is one cat jealous of the attention I give to another and so they pee'd on my glove to let me know I was being unfair? (I know, I've given this way too much thought) Meanwhile we stood out there by the parking lot talking for about an hour....my hands cold and numb....my glove pee'd on......good conversation though.
And while I'm going on and on about my feline friends, let me mention that Minnie Pearl went into heat this morning. I guess that answers my question about whether she's been spayed or not! Dang!