forked-up

Updated: May 26, 2025

At last only one cat persisted in remaining on her back. 'It's Moumou, she said. 'His paws are like velvet. Then, calling her brother's attention to the yard, she proudly added: 'See, how clean it is! The yard had indeed been swept out, washed, and raked over. But the disturbed water and the forked-up litter exhaled so fetid and powerful an odour that Abbe Mouret half choked.

Émile Zola - Abbe Mouret's Transgression