Because the cats are all useless. Totally useless. Seriously.
Last week, my favourite chair started smelling a little funny. It got worse. I pulled the cushions out, vacuumed in the cracks, washed it with carpet cleaner, checked in case someone put a plate on the floor and it got pushed under, and still my chair smelled. It got to the point that I couldn't sit in it. I checked the carpet around my chair, but the carpet was fine. Just the chair.
This morning I cleaned it again and it still stunk. Just awful. So, I went shopping and asked the boys to pull it away from the wall to check for food or wrappers behind it. I vacuum behind it, but you can never tell what might get behind furniture at my house.
#1 lifted the chair and apparently #3 started yelling and ran away, leaving #4 to deal with - the dead mouse under my chair!
Most likely the cats found and chased a mouse, playing with it after they wounded it. They forgot to finish the poor thing off, though, so the mouse hid under my chair while waiting to shuffle off. Why he had to do so under my chair is beyond me. Bleah.
So, one can of disinfectant and one of Febreze later, my chair smells just fine. Thank God. I hate cats.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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