I love the smell of leather.
My couch is leather. Nice leather. I love the smell of naps on my couch. Mmmmmmm leather.
I do not love the smell of leather when a kitten has pooped on it and ground the poop into the leather where it has festered for a weekend while humans are out of town on blissful anniversary trip to Cooperstown.
I do not like coming home after said wonderful weekend only to snuggle back into the couch and get disconcerting whiffs of cat poop from the snuggly nest I have just made.
I do not like throwing back the fleece blanket folded on the couch to discover a kitten has used it to bury aforementioned poop upon discovering that they could not make the poop disappear by mashing it into the leather sofa.
I do not like the smell of wet, kitten poop-scented leather once cleaning attempts become desperate and possibly damaging.
I do not have pictures to accompany this post, for which you are welcome.