Around 7 years ago I got married and moved from my house to my wife's. I had just completed a 30 X 40 Quonset hut style garage. I left all of my stuff in the garage and rented my house to friends. I eventually built a larger garage on my wife's property.
Around 5 years ago while visiting my garage, I noticed a horrible smell, there was a large amount of fleas, the felt guide strip on one end of the roll up door was pulled out and there was paw prints on various items throughout the garage. I recognized the smell as something dead and the fleas seemed to active as a result of leaving their dead host. I assumed a cat had snuck into the garage and been trapped where he eventually died.
I looked for that animal all over never finding it. I assumed he narrowly escaped death either making it to the top of the roll up door dropping to the outside or running out un-noticed when I opened the door. I chalked up the smell as urine and feces left behind. The other alternative is he crawled between the transmission and floor pan of an old car I was storing inside.
I began moving all of my shelving units to the new garage always expecting to find a body.
Today, while working on the now vacant house, my four year old tells me there is a cat in the garage. He points this mummified cat out to me. I had built a wooden cart and had a couple of old car doors sitting on it. When I removed the shelves around it I must not have moved the cart very much. My son just happened to be the right height to see the remains.
I have been telling friends for years about the dead animal in my garage, how I never found the body, how I suspected it was a cat due to the paw prints. Today I found proof.
As a pet lover I would have never intentionally made this animal suffer. As a garage lover I never would willingly stink up my garage.
Around 5 years ago while visiting my garage, I noticed a horrible smell, there was a large amount of fleas, the felt guide strip on one end of the roll up door was pulled out and there was paw prints on various items throughout the garage. I recognized the smell as something dead and the fleas seemed to active as a result of leaving their dead host. I assumed a cat had snuck into the garage and been trapped where he eventually died.
I looked for that animal all over never finding it. I assumed he narrowly escaped death either making it to the top of the roll up door dropping to the outside or running out un-noticed when I opened the door. I chalked up the smell as urine and feces left behind. The other alternative is he crawled between the transmission and floor pan of an old car I was storing inside.
I began moving all of my shelving units to the new garage always expecting to find a body.
Today, while working on the now vacant house, my four year old tells me there is a cat in the garage. He points this mummified cat out to me. I had built a wooden cart and had a couple of old car doors sitting on it. When I removed the shelves around it I must not have moved the cart very much. My son just happened to be the right height to see the remains.
I have been telling friends for years about the dead animal in my garage, how I never found the body, how I suspected it was a cat due to the paw prints. Today I found proof.
As a pet lover I would have never intentionally made this animal suffer. As a garage lover I never would willingly stink up my garage.
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