Or maybe it should be cat-pee hole? The hyphen is probably important.
Like, saying we have a cat-pee hole in our ceiling is very different from saying we have a cat pee-hole in our ceiling.
It's definitely not cat pee-hole. Also, I wouldn't call it a pee-hole. I don't think. It's rather vulgar that way, isn't it?
Anyway. Last week they made holes in our ceilings and walls, and all of a sudden our dining room smelled like cat pee.
They opened a hole to some ancient and potent cache of dried cat pee.
Someone asked me if I was sure it was cat pee, rather than just moisture build up in the walls. If you have ever smelled cat pee, you know it is unlike anything else and a stench most foul. A friend of mine's cat once peed in my suitcase. I know for cat pee.
But what was the deal? The floor above, while damaged (like much of our flooring), didn't smell like cat pee. Was there a cat stuck in the wall? Did it just pee through the floorboards? Repeatedly?
A friend suggested that there was a cat on the second floor who peed in that corner, and then the floor got shellacked over. I don't know.
Whatever it was, it was evil. And being allergic, I'm not pro-cat in the first place.
So I kept looking up at the ceiling and cursing the cat pee hole. (Cat-pee hole? Whatever.) The days of rain and the heavy moisture in the air did nothing helpful. Nothing.
Yesterday I came to work complaining of the stench of cat pee. So my friend Kristin sent me a link to Nature's Miracle. I ordered it immediately.
And then went home last night to a much larger hole in the ceiling and a chunk of the wall taken away. And no more smell. I guess the cat pee chunks were removed. The idea of all those cat pee molecules concentrated in particular chunks of ceiling or wall really grosses me out, I have to say.
Also, anyway, and more importantly, that circle is where the elevator is going to be! They have three of them, and they have to make holes on all three floors and make sure they're lined up perfectly. And adjust the ground floor so it is absolutely flat.
Unimaginable in a nothing is flat, nothing is right angles house.
But there is, it turns out, no room for error with the suction elevator. Which makes sense. Imagine me getting a call from Betty all, "Um, I'm stuck sort of sideways between the dining room and the closet."
I would be all, "That's terrible. We'll be right there. And say, did you find the cat?"