So last Monday was a tough one. I had an 8am call, a 9am in the office meeting, and a 7am step-over-the-gift from the cats morning… I thought almost stepping on a cleaned-up dead mouse was bad.. but that isn’t even close to what I’m experiencing now.
The mouse I mention in my last blog? No, not the one the cats brought to me as a gift, the other one they brought around, alive, and chased around the house. I never received the gift…. but after a few days, I know where it is. It is dead, under the washer or dryer, rotting. It’s been hot at home lately (I live in No. CA), so the smell has been horrific. I do not have the strength to move the washer or dryer by myself (believe me I have tried). The cats dont seem to notice… its killing me.
I’m going to have a friend over tomorrow to help me move the washer and dryer, find that dead, rotting mouse body, and toss it out. I’ll be so relieved when “it” is gone.