I was recently reminded (thanks Derek) of Priscilla. I can’t believe I forgot this story – probably one of the more tragic and, some may think, morbid stories of all my animals. Priscilla was a sister to Tommy, Crooked Tail and Maggie, and was the runt of the litter.

About 4 (?) years ago, she came up missing. I remembered she acted like she wasn’t feeling good. She never went outside, so I “turned” my place upside down looking for her. Couldn’t find her anywhere, so I figured she must have gotten out somehow. And if she had died in the house, I figured I would smell her in a couple of days!

I have been in the process of ripping up all the carpeting in my house and putting down new flooring. The spring of 2005, I decided to (with the help of my kids) clean out and tear up the carpet in the back bedroom, plus have a yard sale. Well, there was a love seat couch in that room and when we lifted up the couch to take it out, there was Priscilla – or what was left of her. Just a pile of hair and bones. She must have crawled up into the springs of that couch and died. I can’t believe I never smelled her!! Needless to say, Kirsten and Derek decided to go home soon after this discovery, which I can’t blame them. So I was left to “take care of” the situation myself. It really is pretty gruesome, isn’t it? But that is life with animos!!!! (AKA animals)