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 | Little signs that things aren't right...
entry by Jennibel
4/18/2005 2:45 AM
| Ok, after a night of being out with my best friend drinking, eating & shopping (yes, shopping--we girls do that well--I behaved myself with buying only one thing)--anyway I really wasnt in the mood to go anywhere today. But another friend of mine asked me to help her get her cat down from the roof of the next door house. Having previously looked thru it briefly & dubbing it 'The Crack House', I was all for it...tee hee hee...I would have full access to it! Knowing that I wouldnt have to crawl thru anything, I wore comfy clothes... I figured things werent 'right' when I got out of my car & immediately dropped my camera (ok-it was one of those cheapy disposable ones--but hey, it works -or- it did until then). Picking up the broken pieces, I walked to her front door only to be nearly tripped by someone else's cat streaking my me. Yeah, it was black--but I'm not superstitious. Now its around 2pm--shes not even ready to go get her cat 'I'm being lazy, today' is her excuse. Why is today any different than any other day, I think. While waiting for her to get ready, I'm trying to keep her kids entertained...the oldest one is ok but the 2 younger ones...talk about hyper...I didnt notice it but her cat (the one thats blind--which I think was sweet of Trace to keep since it surely would have been put down if it was at a shelter) got up on my sweatshirt & peed on it. Ok--this is the 3rd sign-things not going good. Finally shes ready & we start to head out the door, I pick up my sweatshirt only to see its wet. She immediately knows it was the cat--& is extremely apologetic. Its really no big deal...the sweatshirt has been thru worse. She said she'll wash it & give it back to me later. Ok--whatever. Stepping off the stairs to the grass, I dont notice a hole until I step in it--hurt my ankle...not too bad though. I can still walk. As we head next door, we hear Bandit (her cat) from the roof of the house. Stupid cat--he figures how to get up there but forget how to get back down. After Trace unlocks the door to the house, an awful smell comes to greet us. Uh-oh, somethings very dead in here. Gagging our way in, she heads up the stairs while I plan to wander around. It is a neo-victorian house that the owner split up into 8 apartments: 4 on each floor. He butchered it! Old closets have been turned into half-ass bathrooms, smaller rooms turned into kitchen areas...theyre basically all studio apartments. Not very exciting either---all the junk that was left previously is gone. As I walk from room to room I can hear Trace upstairs calling her cat--no luck so far. I go into the back right corner 'apartment' I notice the smell is stronger here. In the kitchen area the cabinets are still there with one of them slightly ajar--being one that always needs to open things that are closed (yeah, I know I shouldnt do that--but hey, I do) I open it fully--wishing I hadnt! Here was the source of the smell: half consumed mice...slowly disintigrating. Having seeing dead things before, this wasnt the grossest--but it was certainly the closest! Ok--now with my stomach turned, my excitement about having full access to the house is gone...all I want is to get the cat & get out! Heading back to the stairs, not watching where I'm going, I run smack dab into another of my favorite things: a big spider web...complete with mummified flies. As soon as I felt that on my face I started screaming & brushing my face frantically. As much as I disklike dead half eaten animals I hate spiders/webs 1000x more. Trace comes running down the stairs calling for me--she says it sounded like I was being murdered. She helps get rid of all the icky things (to which I'm very thankful of) & then we head upstairs to get her cat. I'm thru exploring for the day--all I want to do is get home & take a long, hot shower & wash my hair & face until I KNOW the web stuff is gone. It takes about 15 more minutes to coax Bandit through an upstairs window...with the help of canned cat food & water. Turns out Bandit had been up there for a couple days & he was really hungry & thirsty...but you see Bandit 'disappears' for times & its not unusual to be gone for a while. Anyway, after Trace got her cat & we packed up the food & water bowl, I said I'll see you later-I gotta go. Knowing why I was in a big hurry, she started laughing! See if I help her get her cat next time!
Next time, I'm going to heed those little signs that maybe I shouldnt do something & not do something. What do I have as a memory of my day? A busted camera, no sweatshirt until its cleaned, a hurt ankle, a mental picture of half eaten mice, a faceful/hairful of spiderweb...and a friend laughing at me because of something I'm deathly afraid of... Hmmmm...on the other hand, I had a nice long hot shower & was able to deep condition my hair.
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