It needed to be done, but it was ghastly. I cleaned the carpet where Eloise cat had used it as a toilet, repeatedly. Honestly, there must have been at least 20 little dumps. My cleaners had picked up what they could, but it had sort of welded itself into the pile.
I took the steam cleaner and fired it up – I was gagging within moments and had to go and fetch a face mask. The carpet has suffered somewhat, but it’s along the edge and won’t show much. It’s quite old, it’s the big rug, some 18 foot by 12 foot, that my in-laws used as a dining room carpet and that has since been used in Ronan’s bedroom. I have steamed it, cleaned off the solids (sorry), washed it with detergent and rinsed and have left it to dry. I expect I’ll have to wash it again, then use an odour neutraliser and then a pet repellant.
Bloody cat. It’s all been since that beastly tabby RasPutin has been bothering us at night, she is nervous of going out after dark. She has a litter tray but, for reasons unknown, stopped using it. She had to last night though, she asked to go through to the spare bedroom but I laughed in her pretty little face.
After this was over, I went and had a long, hot bath, lying full-length in the water until I felt the horridness of the experience leaving me. I am concerned that I can’t entirely trust her to not do it again, though. It’s a big house and I suppose she doesn’t yet feel that it’s all in the same territorial category.
Steam cleaners are the business. It would have been even worse without it.