I'm not a landlord I'm the cleanup and pest control man that got called in to take care of this terrible job a lady a cat lady had 40 or 50 cats in her little apartment.

The landlord a nice lady down in West Palm Beach Florida she had to call social services to get the woman help and to rescue the woman and the apartment and the animals.

The woman was taken to mental health care. I was put in charge of cleaning out the terrible mess cat feces literally 3 ft high inside the apartment complex fleas that were so bad that you could not enter the building without a complete white tyvek suit gloves and boots.

It took me most of the day to shovel the feces into a wheelbarrow and bring them to the dumpster.

It took me most of the next day to spray the building to get rid of the fleas.

I got a chance to visit the old woman in the mental health care center and I asked her why on Earth did you let the cat poop pile up three feet deep.

She said I didn't want to take it to the dumpster because they would have found out that I had cats in the house and taking them away from me.

I asked The woman why didn't you just throw the feces in the toilet and flush it.

She said you know I never thought about that. Well I wished her a good recovery and went back to work.

This is what happens to you when you have a million fleas biting you breathing the ammonia from 45 or 50 cats peeing and pooping in your apartment.