Urban Exploration - The Abandoned Cat's House

We received photos from a traveler and compiled them into a historical summary.

Just as plainly as I no longer do urbex myself, I take pleasure in transcribing the visit reports and photos of others.

We are here at what one might call the pinnacle of abandonment: an isolated corner of the countryside, a village that is certainly touristy (a "niche" spot, one might say), but above all, a secluded place showing a total lack of foot traffic. How peaceful, how remote! As far back as the few available Street View images go, the abandonment is blatant. The bare minimum is 2009, but it is obviously older than that. A plausible date is 2005, judging by the last calendar found.

No surname or clues are available to further identify who might have lived here, nor any neighbor to question. We could have called this dwelling "Grandmother’s House" or "Implosion House," but it shall be the "Cat House."

This house was barricaded from top to bottom to prevent thieves from carrying out their carnage, but it was in vain: they smashed a small garage window. Upon entering, the first impression is one of total chaos. Indeed, two rooms from the first floor have plummeted into the ground floor. The floorboards gave way. As a result, the floor and the contents of the upper level collapsed into a complete tangle of indescribable mess.

In short, the front door of this house opens onto a massive hole. Fortunately, a thick layer of spiderwebs serves as clear evidence that no one has set foot here for years and years—which is quite understandable.

Moving further into the house, suddenly, in the next room, a huge boom-badaboom is heard. Could it be, against all odds, a neighbor showing up? (How could that be, since there are no neighbors?). With feet unsteady in a jumble of ruined insulation panels, the flashlight reveals a cat cornered in a dead-end kitchen; the animal is terrified. A few soft, reassuring words allow it to understand that it can escape. It bolts away at full speed without leaving a single bill behind. Poor thing!

Climbing to the upper floor is no small feat, as only the top of a piece of furniture allows one to reach the half-devastated floorboards, eaten away by moisture. Unsurprisingly, the rooms show that everything has been intensely ransacked in what can only be described as savage looting. To show such a lack of respect is incomprehensible.

The little grandmother who lived there must have lived modestly and in total tranquility. Unfortunately, in the absence of even the slightest administrative document, the person who visited was unable to say anything more.