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

[(Anonymous)]

...that's how I found the two dead blue tits under my bed when i was 12!!! The smell!!!!!! Nice!!!!

I was also blamed for the appearence of a dead mouse that was tucked under my sisters duvet at around the same time.....i didnt put it there, the cat did!!!

[andygates.livejournal.com]

You're posting anonymously. I think you *are* the cat. Confess, kitty, or it's bathtime!