Friday, April 10, 2015

The Feline Imperative

Today a well-maintained 1960 in the Tilly countryside. Owners gone as is most often the case, doing the inspection solum. Low and behold, a kitty kat on the bed looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Immediately I focus on winning his (as I find out his gender later) confidence and soothing what must be a fearful scene having some strange person invading his domain. After a minute or two, IT WORKS! He is letting me love on him, though hesitantly. Soon I am his pal. Then later I get to meet his sister, cowered under the bed. After a few more minutes, she is rolling around purring and letting me love her too. The owners come home, and are hugely surprised to find that their kids had warmed up to me in this way. They assure that their kitties do not let anyone near them! Wow!

What amazing fringe benefits this job has to offer. . .

Friday, April 3, 2015

More on the Infernum: Crawl Spaces. . .

Today a farm in the country.

Huge barn; workshop, house that has had about four additions over the years since the 1920s.

Then the crawlspace. Two of them because of the add ons.

The second space, crawling and rolling along. . . What the heck is that. Getting closer. Huh?! What?

A dead, dessicated doe lying there in the back corner! Bigger than a large dog. Not full grown. Somehow this thing got in the space under the house and for whatever reason could not get out. Bones. Skin. That's it. Oh manno.

Crawl spaces. . .