I believe writing here every day is good discipline for writing elsewhere, so I’m just popping in to say that the smell has been dealt with, though, now that the smell has been dealt with, I feel like there may be a minor, underlying smell in the living room, here. But I think that’s just the Butcher’s fast food remnants in the garbage.
The main smell turned out to be a mixture of cat puke on the stove, tuna fish, and some nameless something that was wedged under the strainer in the sink.
Mmm, aren’t we all glad I shared?
Tiny Cat Pants 