House call, dirty PC, & cats...
I was working Freelance Tech in my spare time, helping folks maintain, repair, troubleshoot, & purchase computers. Get a call from a rather nice young lady complaining that her computer isn't working right, asking if I can come take a look. I grab my tools & software, head on over, & knock on the door. The first thing I notice when she opens the door is that she looks like someone tried to stuff her head-first through an industrial shredder, the second thing is that her breasts aren't the only thing covered in scratches, and the third thing is that the place _reeks_ of cat.
We're talking "nobody's cleaned the litterbox in a year" plus "we microwave it every night to make it go all gooey" style stench.
I try to smile politely around the urge to hjorf up my guts, ask to see the computer, and she takes me through Cat Central to her computer desk. You know the proverbial "old woman with a thousand cats" image people like to paint? She only had two cats, but they were trying to make up for quantity by the quality of the stench they exuded.
I sit down at the desk, take one look at the mid-tower on the floor beneath her desk, & try very hard not to start laughing my nuts off. There's so much cat hair in it, on it, around it, on top of it, & packed in around the sides that it looks like it's wearing a damned fur coat. I check that it's not turned on, unplug it, and drag it out into the light. It took FOUR CANS of compressed air to finally remove all the cat hair from the vents, and when I opened up the case to give a go to the interior, we found out where the cats had been leaving all the dead mice.
I ended up taking the machine outside, turning it upside down over the trash can, & shaking out all the corpses.
Bring it to her garage, disassemble the machine, & used my various cleaning brushes, cotton swabs dipped in mineral oil, and about six Earth orbit's length of paper towels to clean it to the point where it no longer smelled like cat.
Make sure it's dry, put it back together, take it back inside, plug it back in, & fire it up.
Her first reaction was "WOW! I didn't know it ((the case)) was beige!" nearly made me wince, but her second "Holy Shit! It's already booted?!" made me chortle.
I had to explain to her why letting it get so full of cat hair (and mouse entrails) was a Very Bad Idea, and to keep it clean.
I ended up making $100(USD) on the call, and got a rather nice memory of mamories, but the smell will haunt me 'till my death.
I'd trade her cats for mere electrocution any day... =-}p