Turns out it was fuzzy, but not an animal - several years worth of lint had built up in the exhaust pipes effectively closing them. She had to take them apart and vacume them, at one point using a broom. The pipes were set an an odd angle or something as they are not supposed to do that (to say the least). So, yeah, she got to play with damp, reeking fluff.
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I bought her Jameson's. She was happy.