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With all the building work we've been having, there have been a lot of strange smells in the house. Glues, new woods, plaster, filler, dust - you name it, it's smelt odd. But there was one little smell, a pungent little odor that got worse, while everything else faded away.

I decided to have a look for its source this evening.

It seemed to be coming from somewhere near the door to the lounge, so I began moving things around. First everything in the hall. No sign of a source there, which meant it wasn't anything to do with the building work. My heart sank. I now had a pretty good idea of what I was looking for, and a couple of places where it might be.

Nothing showed up when I moved the sofa. Perhaps I was wrong.

Back to the lounge door. A pile of comic boxes was next to be moved. I'd reached the bottom, when I saw it.

I was right.

A dead rodent of some description, probably a young rat. Gently decaying on top of a couple of books at the bottom of the bookcase.

One night, probably a week or so ago, the cats brought in a little friend for, err, games and dinner. However the games were a little too succesful, and dinner was postponed. Their little friend must have crawled behind the boxes and into the bookcase, and then expired.

It's now far away, wrapped in several plastic bags (unfortunately along with the books). The bookcase has been soundly disinfected, and the carpet thoroughly cleaned. There's also plenty of deoderant powder on the floor.

I think I need a big bar of chocolate.

And next time I wake up in the middle of the night, and wonder if the cats are chasing mice in the hall when something goes "squeak", someone remind me to go check, not roll over and go back to sleep. Things will be so much more pleasant in the long run...


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Jun. 8th, 2003 01:05 pm (UTC)
Hmm, my mum once complained of the smell in my bedroom, even tho I was never a tennager with lots of mugs... we eventually found the victim, a little bluebird, decomposing under my desk...

They were bringing you a present, they expect praise! (Although when her cat left her presents on the front step, my gran would walk round and go in the back door...)
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Jun. 8th, 2003 01:29 pm (UTC)
Re: which reminds me...
Jun. 8th, 2003 01:30 pm (UTC)
Heh. There is a reason why our cat is restricted to the kitchen while we're out/in bed - the floor in there is laminated and thus wipe clean, and there's a lack of places (other than under the fridge) where a beastie could go. We have yet to discover if Toby is a hunter or merely a wannabe, tho.
Jun. 8th, 2003 06:25 pm (UTC)
ugh! *hugs* yeah, they only do it out of love. Either a love of you, or the love of the hunt. :( But it is one good reason to periodically clean and check behind things, eh? bummer. So the books were unsalvagable?

how was the *rest* of your weekend?

Jun. 9th, 2003 01:11 am (UTC)
Patsy hasn't brought something in for me in a while.

She brought something *up* this morning though. Right at the bottom of the stairs. Lovely.
Jun. 9th, 2003 04:09 am (UTC)
Wickle bunny wabbits don't like cats v. much.
Jun. 9th, 2003 04:25 am (UTC)

No kidding. Ours has brought us two young rabbits (well, one and a half young rabbits) in the last week, despite being festooned with bells.

Jun. 9th, 2003 04:27 am (UTC)

To my mind, finding decaying rodents (or decaying rodent parts - our cat likes to leave us the stomachs) is marginally better than having the cat bring live rodents into the house at night and play with them on our bed while we're trying to sleep. This is turn is marginally better than those occasions when she brings them in, plays with them and then manages to lose them in the bed.

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