Post by youcantry on May 4, 2008 9:38:38 GMT 10
A bit over a year ago I was near Tamworth at my dad's old miner's shack. We slept in the garage-converted-to-a-storeroom-with-a-bed-in-it. After a few days there was this almighty smell and we realised it couldn't just be our dirty laundry.
I investigated under the bed to find one decomposing and flyblown feral cat carcass. Yeach. Dragged it out and sprayed the floor with insect killer like you wouldn't believe. Right. Sleeping on the loungeroom floor the next night.
But what on Earth was a dead cat doing in the storeroom? My dad was up there that weekend too and he arrived a few hours earlier. He opened up that room to air it out for us.
To cut the long story short - on the first day we found a dead eastern brown snake out the back of the property - clearly killed by something and i thought it might be a fox at the time. There were also the remains of a number of dead birds out back, so something was snacking on the local avian life.
It all made sense eventually - cat bites snake, snake bites cat, cat does the bolt to the front verandah where it probably slept on an old couch and had ample water in the half-drum lying in the front yard. Finds the open door, retreats to the darkest back corner and dies.
Anyway, I threw it in a few plastic bags and in the bin. It was large, but nothing you'd write home about (although I'm writing about it now) and was all colours - black, white and ginger. I thought about grabbing a photo, but the thought of opening those bags and getting another whiff was enough to put me right off that idea.
Thanks to that feral we didn't have an Eastern brown in the yard along with a bunch of kids...
I investigated under the bed to find one decomposing and flyblown feral cat carcass. Yeach. Dragged it out and sprayed the floor with insect killer like you wouldn't believe. Right. Sleeping on the loungeroom floor the next night.
But what on Earth was a dead cat doing in the storeroom? My dad was up there that weekend too and he arrived a few hours earlier. He opened up that room to air it out for us.
To cut the long story short - on the first day we found a dead eastern brown snake out the back of the property - clearly killed by something and i thought it might be a fox at the time. There were also the remains of a number of dead birds out back, so something was snacking on the local avian life.
It all made sense eventually - cat bites snake, snake bites cat, cat does the bolt to the front verandah where it probably slept on an old couch and had ample water in the half-drum lying in the front yard. Finds the open door, retreats to the darkest back corner and dies.
Anyway, I threw it in a few plastic bags and in the bin. It was large, but nothing you'd write home about (although I'm writing about it now) and was all colours - black, white and ginger. I thought about grabbing a photo, but the thought of opening those bags and getting another whiff was enough to put me right off that idea.
Thanks to that feral we didn't have an Eastern brown in the yard along with a bunch of kids...