The House on Poo Corner..

If only....

Having welcomed two new additions to the household (Betty and Joan the cats) and still caring for Lando the Hamster, I have come to the realisation that Casa Del Bear should be called Caca Del Bear.

The whole house smells of a heady combination of lovely furry animals, cat poop and hamster wee (which, let me tell you is like industrial waste - some actually started to eat through my workstop like alien blood. Which makes me sound like I live in a hovel, but it was only free of the cage for a couple of minutes - seriously, you could break into bank vaults with this stuff).

Long story short, Husband is on permament litter duty and I have developed a penchant for Febreze. How I long for the days when the only offensive whiff in the house was Camembert.