An ungodly smell was emanating from the laundry the other day. The root cause was undoubtedly this:
The Mabelcat is friend to no creature. Plotting, stalking, harassing — preferably killing is her happy place. In hindsight we should have called her Kato, as she enjoys attacking humans with the element of surprise too. Personally, I find her wonderful.
Back to the stink.
When not killing, maiming is something of a forte. Generally this means the wounded crawl off for cover in some inaccessible spot so they can die and stink in the most awkward crevice possible. Following my nose, this had all the hallmarks of the old “behind the washing machine” manoeuvre.
I pulled the thing out and what greeted me was a bloated mouse corpse. What also caught my eye was the leak that has apparently been quietly developing behind the machine for quite some time.
The moral of the story is that Mabel yet again earns her keep. If only Stronzetto would take note.
