How a Stinky Service Cat Ended a Never-Ending Karaoke Party Next Door
Have you ever been serenaded against your will by a neighbor’s late-night karaoke sessions? Imagine being forced to listen to “Torn” by Natalie Imbruglia on repeat, echoing through paper-thin walls, until you start questioning your grip on reality. Now imagine your only hope for peace involves… cat poop. Not just any cat poop—legendary, eye-watering, industrial-strength cat poop.
That’s exactly the scenario one Redditor, u/AliceMorgon, found themselves in, living next to a rowdy, musical (if not musically gifted) set of neighbors in the heart of Belfast. Their secret weapon? Schrödinger, a service cat with a reputation for producing the most noxious litterbox bombs ever documented. And so, the stage was set for a petty revenge tale for the ages—one that truly stinks, in the best possible way.
The Setup: When Karaoke Crosses the Line
It’s a tale as old as urban living: You’re winding down for the night, maybe planning to drift off to sleep or catch up on your favorite show, when the neighbors decide it’s time to convert their living room into a rave. For u/AliceMorgon, this was no isolated incident. Their neighbors routinely threw late-night parties, powered by a karaoke machine, with a playlist tragically limited to Natalie Imbruglia, Shania Twain, and David Guetta.
To make matters worse, the party zone backed right up to the author’s bedroom, separated only by a wall that was less “sound barrier” and more “suggestion,” thanks to a couple of actual bullet holes. Yes, bullet holes—because Belfast, apparently. The holes didn’t just allow sound through; they provided the perfect portal for a little creative retaliation.
Schrödinger’s Cat-astrophic Contribution
Enter Schrödinger: a bona fide service cat whose medical oddity is the stuff of legend. His digestive system is such that even the vet has shrugged and said, “It’s just one of those things.” His poops are so potent that they require immediate hazmat-level containment and air freshening, lest the household be forced to evacuate.
With the neighbors on their umpteenth rendition of “Torn,” inspiration struck. Armed with Schrödinger’s latest and greatest, AliceMorgon double-bagged the offending object, poked a hole to align with the party wall’s bullet hole, and duct-taped the package in place. It was less “passive-aggressive” and more “aggressively passive,” a symphony of stench aimed with surgical precision.
The Sweet Smell of Victory
It didn’t take long for the effects to be felt. Within a minute, the revelers were choking on something decidedly less tuneful than Natalie Imbruglia’s dulcet tones. Cries of “Oh GOD, what is that STENCH?!” filled the air. Ten minutes later, the song was over, the party had fled, and peace settled over the house like a Febreze-scented blanket.
Was it petty? Absolutely. Was it deserved? If you’ve ever tried to sleep through a neighbor’s midnight karaoke marathon, you already know the answer. Sometimes, the only way to fight fire is with… well, something a whole lot more pungent.
Reflections on Petty Revenge (and Pet Ownership)
There’s something uniquely satisfying about outsmarting inconsiderate neighbors without uttering a single word. While we don’t necessarily advocate weaponizing your pet’s poop (please don’t make this your go-to move), it’s hard not to admire the ingenuity at play here.
Plus, it’s a reminder that service animals can serve in all sorts of unexpected ways. Schrödinger’s “service” may not have been listed in any official handbook, but it delivered exactly what was needed: a swift, smelly end to an all-night singalong.
Your Turn: Tales of Petty Triumph?
Have you ever had to get creative to reclaim your peace and quiet? Did your pet ever help you out in a pinch (hopefully in a less aromatic fashion)? Share your own stories of neighborly battles and unconventional victories in the comments below. And remember: the next time you’re kept up by “Torn” at midnight, you might not need to call the police—just the cat.
Noisy neighbors beware. You never know what’s lurking on the other side of the wall—sometimes, it’s Schrödinger’s stinky secret weapon.
Original Reddit Post: It’s midnight and you’re still singing the same Natalie Imbruglia song over and over and somehow making it worse every time? Prepare for my service cat to fulfil another “service”