So we have had a few problems with the
dew lately. Since we first moved in we have heard a knocking sound every time someone flushes a toilet or turns on a sink. I called my dad a few months ago, he always knows the answers to our
dilemmas, and told him about the sound we were hearing. He goes "oh you have some water hammering going on in your copper pipes." Of course Davy and I have never heard of water hammering, so we both researched it online to see if it was something we could fix ourselves. On a few different websites it said that you could turn the water off at the street then drain the house from the outside
spicket and that would help or in some cases fix the problem. Well of course ours would not be that easy to fix.
For a few months we basically just cringed
every time we flushed the toilet because we were too lazy to call the plumbers out. During this time of total laziness we realized that termites were having a feast on the
Masonite siding by our tenants front door. Since we really didn't want the dew to fall down around us, AND since you can order the
Terminix repair man to come out to our house online it was a no
brainer. God forbid you have to pick up the phone and call someone. So the guy came out a few days later and basically just reiterated what we already knew. Then he raped us of about $1300. I tried to
negotiate him cheaper, but the best I got was a 10% discount. Which is pretty good I guess. Right before he left he said, "Oh yeah, There is a really big, I mean really big gray cat under your house. I think he has been eating birds. There are feathers everywhere!"
Well immediately I remembered my neighbors that had just moved into the duplex next door saying they were missing their really really big gray cat. So when the
Terminix man left,
Davy decided to crawl under the dew to get the cat. In the mean time I went next door to get the neighbors to find out if this was their cat. We all stood around the crawl space door while
Davy crawled around under the house. But there was no cat to be found. So we basically just closed the door and forgot about it.
Fast
forward about 2 months....
I finally decided that the water hammering was about to hammer through my head because it was getting so annoying. So I decided to call the trusty plumber we have been using on our rental house in Cleveland to come out and take a look at the situation. So I take an hour off of work to come home and meet them here so I can show them the noise we have been hearing. I proceed to flush the toilet, turn on the sink, then flush the toilet again and of course NOTHING happens. I am sure these guys thought I was totally crazy. So finally I told them to go outside and turn on the
spicket and listen to the noise. When he turned the water on it basically shook the entire
dew. They started laughing saying they had never heard water hammering that bad. So, I leave to go back to work because they had to go to
Lowes to get two pressure reducing valves and some ties so they can secure down some of the loose pipes. Davy came home from work just in time to write them a check for $220. Right as they are about to leave one of the plumbers looks at Davy and says, "Hey man, there is a really really big gray cat under the house. I think it choked on a bird."
I get home from work and Davy tells me the story about the dead cat under the dew. My first was question was "Well did they get the dead cat out?" But of course our lives couldn't be that easy. We decided to leave the cat for the night saying we would get it out over the weekend. So the question of the day at work the next day was. Do you knock on the neighbors door and ask them if they want to identify the dead cat or do you just pull the dead cat out and throw it away, allowing them to think their cat is still alive somewhere out there.
Of course we chose the latter....Over the weekend Davy army crawled his way all the way to the other end of the
dew to retrieve the dead cat. He then proceeded to try and pick this HUGE cat up by the tail, but
unfortunately all the fur rubbed off the tail when he tried to do that. Eventually he got the cat in the bag and then army crawled his way all the way back to the crawl space door where I was
patiently waiting. He threw the bag out the door and of course I screamed and ran. I heard Davy yell as I was running, "HONEY MOVE THE BAG OUT OF THE DOOR WAY!" Davy finally makes his way out of the crawl space. Then came the question of the hour, "What do you do with a dead cat in a garbage bag?" So we decided to jump in the car and drive to the corner where there was a dumpster behind a retail building. So needless to say, Fluffy, Fido, Bird eating kitty or whatever you want to name it. Is resting in peace in the dumpster.