I hope it works out and you don't get evicted... keep us updated please....
Anyway... there is the smell of rotting Death in my kitchen... owhhh I so hate it when that happens especially now that the weather is getting warmer...
It's either a dead rat, a dead mouse, a dead native marsupial, a dead possum (our aussie possums are cute friendly creatures) stuck either underneath or between a kitchen cupboard, in a wall cavity or under the house and the smell is wafting through and getting worse by the hour...
If I can't find it which I usually can't when that happens, I just have to ride it out until the flies and maggots do their job which can take a few days... quite the turn off when you are making a coffee....
Good morning. Everything's fine. I had to pay a $35 late fee.
I lived in a house a while back. Not sure if I mentioned it before it was a war time house. It didn't have a basement. Just a dug out crawl space for ducts and pipes. Anyway, my neighbor was a really helpful fella and apparently every summer you were suppose to take wooden slats off the sides of the house, then put metal screen over the opening and staple it in place so that the air would flow through to prevent mold and mildew from forming. He did that for me every year. I didn't even keep the slats he kept them for me and come winter time he would put them back on for me. The house got sold and I had to move in a hurry, as it happened, there was another place one street over so I rented it.
One night, the cat wanted to go out, it was late so I knew he was going to be out all night. We had an enormous amount of wet heavy snowfall over night. Almost 4 feet had fallen. The cat was not there in the morning and for the next 2 days, no cat! I was so worried because it was not like him to stay away. He was 13 years old then and I had had him his whole life. I loved him a lot. I called the pound and the SPCA looking for him. I remember the lady asking me if he was missing parts of his ears from frost bite or if his tale was bent broken or missing, did he have scars or missing teeth. I said no to everything. He was perfect. I take good care of my family.
She seemed pleasantly surprised and said it was unusual for a out door cat to be perfectly healthy because they get frost bitten and get into fights with other animals. My cat was huge. Not fat, just really big! Almost 4 feet long, not counting his tail, and almost 3 feet tall and he weighed 26 pounds of pure muscle. No other cat would dare take him on. LOL
Day 3, no cat. I was frantic! I decided to walk the neighborhood and call him because he always came running when I called. I was standing outside of my old house calling his name and this kid appeared at the window, waving his arms. He then pointed to the floor and I knew he meant the dug out basement. When I went in, I immediately went for the trap door outside the bathroom and he stopped and said no it's in here. For some reason, the new owners had cut a hole in the kitchen floor. I guess they didn't know about the one outside the bathroom. It was covered in carpet and well hidden.
I started to tell them about the other trap door but, as soon as Slash heard my voice, he started calling for me. You should have seen their faces when they heard the cat yelling ,"MOM, MOM, MOM!" it was priceless. And then again when I pulled this huge cat out of the hole. The kid said, "Wow, that's not a cat! That's a tiger!" LOL I was so elated to have my guy in my arms. I just wanted to get him home and give him food and water. I thanked them and left immediately.
The following summer, my old neighbor came over for coffee. He said the new owners of my old place were wondering how I lived with the terrible smell in the house. I asked what smell? He said they hadn't put the slats back on and found 7 dead cats in the crawl space.
I wish I had taken the time to explain to them about the stupid slats. It's a hard thing for me to live with.