Uhm, ew.
I have been searching my house all morning for the cat pee smell I keep getting a whiff of. Cleaned the litterboxes again just in case, sniffed every piece of fabric within a foot of the floor...found no hidden messes, didn't change anything.
Just now I was microwaving a pork bun (mmmm...steamed pork buns...) and realized that the smell in question was coming in the kitchen window every time the wind blew. Probably from those stained blankets draped across the volunteer trees growing into the foundation of our next door neighbor's house. Who supposedly moved out yesterday after finally selling it. So I went out and smelled them. Yep. Lovely.
Do they have any idea how cruel it is to screw with the olfactory glands of someone with four cats by way of an unfindable cat pee odor? Really freaking cruel dammit!
They have (had, since I assume it left with them) one Lily-aged cat, I have four. Trust me when I say I'm not the least bit surprised that their hygene has managed to stink up my house. I talked to the neighbor earlier this spring one day (I was being a grown-up and asking if she cared if I adopted her grape vine), and she mentioned that they'd gotten a cat. Then she asked if I knew how to clean out cat pee smells, because it was marking everywhere. I stuttered something about Petco and enzymatic cleaners, trying to wrap my brain around how someone twice as old as me could not know that a six-month old boy cat is going to mark shit if you don't get him neutered.
Punch line? While this is all going on, they're trying to sell the house. I went to their open house this summer, because I wanted to see what our stairway would have looked like before it was altered (the houses on both sides of us are very similar--er...were, anyway). The room the cat was in was locked. I can only imagine what it smelled like. I'd have been sorely tempted to catnap the little guy the other day when I saw him outside, but she showed up and packed him into the car for the move. And I think I heard all four of mine give an audible sigh of relief when my not-plan was thwarted. :P
I'll give whoever put those things out there until tonight to move them. Then they're getting dumped in their backyard in a pile.
And now, with The Mystery of the Disembodied Cat Pee solved, I have a choice to make. Catch up on the work-work that I really really need to catch up on this weekend? Or read HBP? Oh dear. This is so hard. Whatever will I do.
::flops onto the air bed::
Just now I was microwaving a pork bun (mmmm...steamed pork buns...) and realized that the smell in question was coming in the kitchen window every time the wind blew. Probably from those stained blankets draped across the volunteer trees growing into the foundation of our next door neighbor's house. Who supposedly moved out yesterday after finally selling it. So I went out and smelled them. Yep. Lovely.
Do they have any idea how cruel it is to screw with the olfactory glands of someone with four cats by way of an unfindable cat pee odor? Really freaking cruel dammit!
They have (had, since I assume it left with them) one Lily-aged cat, I have four. Trust me when I say I'm not the least bit surprised that their hygene has managed to stink up my house. I talked to the neighbor earlier this spring one day (I was being a grown-up and asking if she cared if I adopted her grape vine), and she mentioned that they'd gotten a cat. Then she asked if I knew how to clean out cat pee smells, because it was marking everywhere. I stuttered something about Petco and enzymatic cleaners, trying to wrap my brain around how someone twice as old as me could not know that a six-month old boy cat is going to mark shit if you don't get him neutered.
Punch line? While this is all going on, they're trying to sell the house. I went to their open house this summer, because I wanted to see what our stairway would have looked like before it was altered (the houses on both sides of us are very similar--er...were, anyway). The room the cat was in was locked. I can only imagine what it smelled like. I'd have been sorely tempted to catnap the little guy the other day when I saw him outside, but she showed up and packed him into the car for the move. And I think I heard all four of mine give an audible sigh of relief when my not-plan was thwarted. :P
I'll give whoever put those things out there until tonight to move them. Then they're getting dumped in their backyard in a pile.
And now, with The Mystery of the Disembodied Cat Pee solved, I have a choice to make. Catch up on the work-work that I really really need to catch up on this weekend? Or read HBP? Oh dear. This is so hard. Whatever will I do.
::flops onto the air bed::