So, why were you eating dinner in her house? Or, why were the cats
in
your house? If the cats were in your house for some reason, how do
you
know they ran under her bed?

Gotcha! (it was a good story, though) The disposal switch installed

upside down is kind of unlikely also, but certainly not impossible.

Best regards,
Bob

I thought I was clear at the beginning that I was *watching* her house.
When she is out of town, I will generally eat my supper there and
retire. It makes her feel better to know that someone is there, turning
on lights, milling around, etc. to scare off a burglar and such.

In any event, I have removed the little chap from the disposal (thank
you LB for the plastic wrap advice). Judging from what I pulled out,
the poor little ******* must have gone and died straight away, which
makes my heart ache just a bit less. I like cats as a general rule.

I decided to take everyone's advice and combine it into one plan of
action. So I filled a pitcher from the icemaker and poured it inside.
Turned the water on slightly and ground the whole bloody mess up, then
topped off with some bleach and repeated. There is only the slightest
of odours left, and I may very well be imagining that.

Two of the remaining five are still under the bed and will not come
out. The others do not appear to have suffered any ill effects from
their mate's passing.

Thanks to all who responded seriously.

God Bless
Al Kyder