Tagish is a forest community of bush hippies, artists and drop outs with a sprinkling of retired people. It is the kind of place that attracts those people that just don't seem to fit into regular society. One such person was an old guy who lived quietly in his cabin in the woods. He passed away and when the family that probably never saw him came to deal with what was left of his life in this little cabin they were in for a surprise. When they set about fixing up the cabin for sale they pulled the boards off the walls and made an interesting discovery. The walls were filled with dead cats. I am not sure what the R value would be but maybe cats make excellent insulation.
When I first heard this story it piqued my interest because I am always fascinated by people's motivations. What would compel someone to line their walls with dead cats? I know Yukon winters can be long but how does something like this happen? The cat dies and it is too cold to bury it so he puts it in behind a board in the wall? Where do all the other cats come from? Did the neighborhood cats slowly start disappearing like some Feline serial killer was on the loose? I am sure he had a explanation that seemed rational to him. We will never know.