What's that racket?

Keira stood, totally stunned. Her damn cat had just pissed all over her! Suddenly, the door to her right swung open. Keira saw Mrs. Marshall, an elderly woman from down the hall looking out at her in shock, blinking under her thick glasses.

"What was all that racket?" She said, looking at Keira and then crinkling her nose.

"And what is that awful smell?" She exclaimed.

"M..my cat..." Keira stammered, still stunned how the last hour of her life had turned out.

"Oh, I understand." Mrs. Marshall said. "My Mr. Mittens is a naughty kitty too, doing his business all over the place. Why don't you come in and I'll help you get cleaned up?"

Keira considered. She didn't want to go in this old bat's apartment... but better than being stuck in the hall in her underwear smelling like cat pee! So, rather reluctantly she followed Mrs. Marshall in...