There's that smell again...

[andygates]

As a bachelor in a semi-derelict flat, I'm used to the idea that my pad might whiff a bit.  It's a guy thing.  And a damp thing, a bike thing, and a surf thing.  But just lately, the smell has become a Smell, and last night it actually stopped me getting to sleep.  The reek was emanating from below my bed.  What ghastliness was down there?  I was worried the damp might be rotting my tatami, or that the sewer pipe from the bathroom had cracked.

Turns out that the dear cat has been bringing me presents.  In fact, I have a feeling that every time she wakes me up with enthusiasm, it's because she's brought me breakfast in bed.  Five mice and a sparrow!  Most of them are quite flat and crispy, but by the gods they hum!



This is how they caught Jeffery Dahmer, you know.  The smell eventually got so bad that someone investigated and found the chunks and corpses and general stinky once-living nastiness.  Cat people, any suggestions on how to stop my darling from littering my world with cadavers?  Before she starts on the kids at the school up the road?

Comments

[thudthwacker.livejournal.com]

'Tis a pity the wife is allergic, or I'd ask about borrowing that cat for a couple of weeks. We've already caught the mice dumb enough to fall for our catch'n'release traps, and really don't want to start leaving poison around the house where our industrious five-year-old might happen across it. We're also not so big on her finding dead mice in her toy chest, should they decided to crawl there before shuffling off their teeny-tiny mortal coils. (Also, we're also not big on cruelty, and I don't think any of the popular pest poisons go out of their way to kill painlessly. Similar reasoning on spring traps -- from what we've read, they tend to break backs and rupture organs, and leave the mouse to die slowly over the next hour or two. Yes, I eat meat. Yes, I often treat my hypocrisy like a hedge, clipping bits and pieces off so as to leave a pleasing shape. Sue me.)

Now, circle-of-life -- that's not so bad. And I'm pretty sure a cat kills quicker and cleaner than the other lethal options that don't involve a jury-rigged shotgun.

[xeeny.livejournal.com]

Our one catches them live, then slowly mauls them until they stop working or until I throw him out (usually the latter).

[thudthwacker.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well, it was going to be a bitch trying to ship a cat across the Atlantic, anyway.

Re: catch the cat

[andygates.livejournal.com]

What, a box with holes doesn't work?