h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I have a rather down to earth attitude about animals but I would prefer not to find them in various stages of decay, especially not in my house

Mel

I agree. I'd prefer the various stages of decay took place far away, if not underground. I usually try to avoid those with a device called...

The Burning Barrell.

A squeamish friend once asked me to "help her" with her dead guinea pig. The cage was in the corner of her living room, and it became instantly apparent that it had been dead for some time; she just couldn't bring herself to touch it.












It had inflated to the point it was twice as wide as the cage door. I had to dig a large hole in the garden and bury it complete with cage.

You can guarantee when a female asks a male for help, she really means she wants you to do the job, while she makes the !!!!

I think I'd request the was made al fresco... which brings me to my point. How on earth did she stand the -smell- long enough for it to arrive at that condition???

It didn't smell significantly worse than when it was alive... If the gas had escaped, I guess things might have become more urgent...

When I kept mice, I had to deal with lots of dead rodents. They don't live very long - roughly a year.

However, one just disappeared completely from a plastic tank that it couldn't break out of. Which leads me to think, what happened? Did it die and one of my family buried it? They all answered in the negative. So I could only come up with two explanations:

1) It had attained a higher state of conciousness as in the Celestine Prophecy and become invisible

2) It had been eaten by its cage mate.

I had a neighbor 'lady' demand that I come and clean a dead kitten out of the engine compartment of her pu truck.
It had been a cold night and cats sometimes crawl up into the compartment if the engine has been run recently.
Around here, knowing this, it is the usual habit to do a bit of thumping and banging when getting into the vehicle.
Her reasoning was that it was my cat.
Okay, I said, but you have to look at it before I clean it up.
I'm a bit squeamish myself and I did like that kitten, so it is only fair that you...
She ran crying into the house, yelping about how cruel I be...

I liked that cat. I didn't much like that 'lady'.

my lectures cat got run over the other day so out lecture was finished early... well I suppose some good had to come of it!

Mel

P.s the cat is recovering well apparently!