The smell of victory?

We made it back from Nova Scotia just in time for Clara to kick some serious ball in a big soccer tourney.
Postgame, both of our cats have a disturbing habit of nestling their faces into whatever smelly soccer footwear is lying around. Here you see Bernie, lulled to sleep by the sweet scent of sweaty shinguards.
What can you expect from a creature who never learns that grass makes him sick?