Oh, you've taken out the gleaming knife; the window has stopped smiling. It must have felt fear or something. With that knife, we used to peel potatoes in the cellar. Do you remember? Has the stench of the legendary corpse disappeared? Or are you and the cat still under the table, in absolute silence?
I see light, greenery, time to paint; life is movement and creation.
That cat left ages ago and so did I. You know how it goes...the smell of corpses will always remain. You can clean, paint, ventilate but it always returns.
By the way, there are some potatoes left, well stored in a box in the cupboard in the kitchen. For now, I keep the knife till I order and receive some hand grenades. According to @ tyrnannoght they are cheap.