I have to tell this story because I was lazy and relieved!

The kittehs are living under the house. The are fairly safe there and out of the elements.

It HAS been blazing hot here and I can understand why they would prefer to hide out in the cool area of the crawl space.

Two days ago I came out of the house and smelled something that was really bad. Like REALLY BAD. I thought for a second and realized that maybe the litter was bigger than the three kittehs and maybe there had been some that did not make it.

I felt badly and steeled myself to go under the house and search out the cause of the odor..I was working my way thru my courage and a can on the patio that I use to collect my cans that go to be recycled. I moved the can away from the wall and the smell hit me like a wall....I thoughy "OH NO,the poor thing got in here somehow and died....."


As I dug thru the can the smell got stronger and stronger.......

I found a plastic bag inside and saw that it was....


Shrimp shells!

I had a bag of shrimp shells that I was taking out to the trash when I stopped to play with the other kittehs, I forgot the bag, which fell into the receptacle and began to 'ferment'.

I was so happy that it was the danged shrimp and not a kitteh that I was beside myself.

I stopped and thought to myself....

"I am laughing over a found bag of rotting shrimp shells."



I wish life's problems were always that simple to correct?