Patricide means killing your father, while matricide means killing your mother.
What’s the word for killing your cat? Caticide? Felixicide? Moggicide?
I am close to joining that aforementioned category one way or another.
It’s raining on and off for the last while, with no signs of it stopping. Not surprising really as it is Winter? But the problem is that Cat hates rain. She refuses to go out in it and if I boot her out, she grabs a quick piss and immediately screeches at me to let her in again.
So she is spending most of her time indoors where she is in one of three conditions – asleep, bored or hungry. Asleep is the only chance I have for a bit of peace. Hungry is tricky because I lately got a different cat food and she loves it so she wants feeding nearly all the time so I get constant and really annoying yowling all the time. She’s fat enough so I have to keep yelling at her to shut the fuck up. Bored means she annoys the dog and me with more random yowling. Occasionally she will play with a bit of plastic that she sends flying around the floor but most of the time she just yowls for attention.
A while ago she started showing interest in the
office junk back room door. That keeps her happy for a while [especially as the door tends to close itself while she’s in there!]. I don’t know what she does in there but it did cross my mind that there may be a mouse.
A couple of weeks ago I went into that room. It normally smells of old paper and old house but this time there was a strong and rather nasty smell. It was sort of sweet and sickly and did put me in mind of a decomposing body. Maybe Cat had found a mouse and had done the decent thing? There was no sign of a corpse though.
Over the next day the smell got worse so I had to hold my breath going in.
On the day after, the room smelled as it always had done. No nasty odours at all. Weird.
Unless the mouse had come to life again?
A resurrection on the third day?
Stranger things have happened?