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The Worst Birthday Ever (Long)
All I wanted to do on Tuesday was sit down quietly, drink some wine,
and watch some videos (exciting birthday, huh? DH had to work, it's a Tuesday, bleah). I get about 3/4 of the way through "Big Fish" when all hell breaks loose. You see, we had these stupid neighbors across the street awhile back. They let their cats run outside, and couldn't seem to get the concept of "spaying" (even though I explained it to them several times). I once saw their Russian Blue, on the coldest night of the year, standing on a sheet of ice as I came out to put food and water in the dishes for the outdoor critters. Very sad. Now, maybe six months ago, I found a little white kitten on my porch. Assumed it was a stray. I already had a rescue kitty in the Kitty Rescue Room, so I did the only thing I could (and being a quasi-apartment manager does have its advantages!): I put kitten in the empty apartment next door. A few years ago, I posted about my horrible neighbor who kept her cat chained up pretty much her entire life, a life cut short by feline leukemia. She allowed this cat to die slowly and painfully at home, chained up, while her children watched. Grrrr. She also kept her dog chained up, never walked her, and had her son take out the soiled newspapers on a daily basis. I talked to her nicely about all this -- several times. She ignored every bit of good advice I gave her. So when she started chaining the dog outside 24/7, without adequate shelter and food and water, I called the Humane Society. Since then, she has been furious with me and barely spoken to me. Four years. Last Friday, I catch her on my porch, moving the outdoor critter dishes to the back. She's freaked by the raccoons that sometimes come around. She somehow thinks they won't come to the back porch? I don't know. But it's dark out back, and smaller. Much more difficult to scoop up any stray cat. So I move them back to the front, and endure her screaming at me at the top of her lungs, cursing me with every possible name (including the "C" word), in front of the entire building (everyone just happens to be on their porches), including children. About a month ago, the brother of the awful neighbor from across the street (who has since moved) asked me if I wanted the Russian Blue's two kittens. I said I couldn't keep them, but I could get them into a shelter, rescue group, something. Monday, he knocks on my door and asks if I still want them. "Yes", I reply. But I wasn't set up yet, so asked him to come back Tuesday with the kittens. So it's Tuesday, and I'm sipping wine and watching "Big Fish". I hear the third awful neighbor, next door to me. These people scream and curse at each other and their children *constantly*. Their children have ruined my garden fence, picked my flowers, and probably stolen things from my porch (can't swear to that, but things are missing). The landlord is evicting them, but that takes time. Anyway, I hear them talking about kittens, and go "Oh, no!" And go out and see the guy has given the kittens to them. Now, they have a history of animal abuse. They only want a cat to catch mice. I am appalled that this guy would go back on his word and give these kittens to these idiots! So I say "I'm sorry, but you are not allowed to have animals (which was my understanding), please give me the kittens." All hell broke loose. Not only did I have them screaming and cursing at me, children crying, horrible things being said, but the other animal-abusing neighbor comes down and starts screaming at me for the second time in less than a week. It's my birthday. I have been verbally assaulted, and nearly physically so. I have been threatened. All because I am trying to help these two little kittens find a good home. In tears, terrified, I call the landlord. He does not know what to do, either, but suggests I give them the one cat back since, chances are when they leave, they'll dump it, and I'll get it anyway. And otherwise, call the police Nothing has been specific enough to call the police on ("We'll get 10 pit bills!" probably doesn't qualify as a threat of bodily harm), so I reluctantly go over with the little black kitten, say "I was mistaken, here". It broke my heart. That little adorable girl will have nothing but a short and miserable life more than likely. And I have been accused of and called everything in the book. All for trying to help animals. I just do not understand people anymore. I really don't. Ginger-lyn very depressed |
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Ginger-Lyn I am so sorry that you have to go through that. I wish I could
raze your neighborhood or tap it with a magic wand or something. It sounds like such a terrible stressful place. If it's any consolation you tried to do what you could. I don't have any advice because it sounds like just a very bad situation. I guess if you *see* anything you can call the animal control, but I sometimes wonder just how effective that is. If they really are not allowed to have animals, I guess you could check on that. It really sucks. I'm sorry. (((((Ginger-Lyn))))) "Ginger-lyn Summer" wrote in message ... All I wanted to do on Tuesday was sit down quietly, drink some wine, and watch some videos (exciting birthday, huh? DH had to work, it's a Tuesday, bleah). I get about 3/4 of the way through "Big Fish" when all hell breaks loose. You see, we had these stupid neighbors across the street awhile back. They let their cats run outside, and couldn't seem to get the concept of "spaying" (even though I explained it to them several times). I once saw their Russian Blue, on the coldest night of the year, standing on a sheet of ice as I came out to put food and water in the dishes for the outdoor critters. Very sad. Now, maybe six months ago, I found a little white kitten on my porch. Assumed it was a stray. I already had a rescue kitty in the Kitty Rescue Room, so I did the only thing I could (and being a quasi-apartment manager does have its advantages!): I put kitten in the empty apartment next door. A few years ago, I posted about my horrible neighbor who kept her cat chained up pretty much her entire life, a life cut short by feline leukemia. She allowed this cat to die slowly and painfully at home, chained up, while her children watched. Grrrr. She also kept her dog chained up, never walked her, and had her son take out the soiled newspapers on a daily basis. I talked to her nicely about all this -- several times. She ignored every bit of good advice I gave her. So when she started chaining the dog outside 24/7, without adequate shelter and food and water, I called the Humane Society. Since then, she has been furious with me and barely spoken to me. Four years. Last Friday, I catch her on my porch, moving the outdoor critter dishes to the back. She's freaked by the raccoons that sometimes come around. She somehow thinks they won't come to the back porch? I don't know. But it's dark out back, and smaller. Much more difficult to scoop up any stray cat. So I move them back to the front, and endure her screaming at me at the top of her lungs, cursing me with every possible name (including the "C" word), in front of the entire building (everyone just happens to be on their porches), including children. About a month ago, the brother of the awful neighbor from across the street (who has since moved) asked me if I wanted the Russian Blue's two kittens. I said I couldn't keep them, but I could get them into a shelter, rescue group, something. Monday, he knocks on my door and asks if I still want them. "Yes", I reply. But I wasn't set up yet, so asked him to come back Tuesday with the kittens. So it's Tuesday, and I'm sipping wine and watching "Big Fish". I hear the third awful neighbor, next door to me. These people scream and curse at each other and their children *constantly*. Their children have ruined my garden fence, picked my flowers, and probably stolen things from my porch (can't swear to that, but things are missing). The landlord is evicting them, but that takes time. Anyway, I hear them talking about kittens, and go "Oh, no!" And go out and see the guy has given the kittens to them. Now, they have a history of animal abuse. They only want a cat to catch mice. I am appalled that this guy would go back on his word and give these kittens to these idiots! So I say "I'm sorry, but you are not allowed to have animals (which was my understanding), please give me the kittens." All hell broke loose. Not only did I have them screaming and cursing at me, children crying, horrible things being said, but the other animal-abusing neighbor comes down and starts screaming at me for the second time in less than a week. It's my birthday. I have been verbally assaulted, and nearly physically so. I have been threatened. All because I am trying to help these two little kittens find a good home. In tears, terrified, I call the landlord. He does not know what to do, either, but suggests I give them the one cat back since, chances are when they leave, they'll dump it, and I'll get it anyway. And otherwise, call the police Nothing has been specific enough to call the police on ("We'll get 10 pit bills!" probably doesn't qualify as a threat of bodily harm), so I reluctantly go over with the little black kitten, say "I was mistaken, here". It broke my heart. That little adorable girl will have nothing but a short and miserable life more than likely. And I have been accused of and called everything in the book. All for trying to help animals. I just do not understand people anymore. I really don't. Ginger-lyn very depressed |
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Ginger-Lyn I am so sorry that you have to go through that. I wish I could
raze your neighborhood or tap it with a magic wand or something. It sounds like such a terrible stressful place. If it's any consolation you tried to do what you could. I don't have any advice because it sounds like just a very bad situation. I guess if you *see* anything you can call the animal control, but I sometimes wonder just how effective that is. If they really are not allowed to have animals, I guess you could check on that. It really sucks. I'm sorry. (((((Ginger-Lyn))))) "Ginger-lyn Summer" wrote in message ... All I wanted to do on Tuesday was sit down quietly, drink some wine, and watch some videos (exciting birthday, huh? DH had to work, it's a Tuesday, bleah). I get about 3/4 of the way through "Big Fish" when all hell breaks loose. You see, we had these stupid neighbors across the street awhile back. They let their cats run outside, and couldn't seem to get the concept of "spaying" (even though I explained it to them several times). I once saw their Russian Blue, on the coldest night of the year, standing on a sheet of ice as I came out to put food and water in the dishes for the outdoor critters. Very sad. Now, maybe six months ago, I found a little white kitten on my porch. Assumed it was a stray. I already had a rescue kitty in the Kitty Rescue Room, so I did the only thing I could (and being a quasi-apartment manager does have its advantages!): I put kitten in the empty apartment next door. A few years ago, I posted about my horrible neighbor who kept her cat chained up pretty much her entire life, a life cut short by feline leukemia. She allowed this cat to die slowly and painfully at home, chained up, while her children watched. Grrrr. She also kept her dog chained up, never walked her, and had her son take out the soiled newspapers on a daily basis. I talked to her nicely about all this -- several times. She ignored every bit of good advice I gave her. So when she started chaining the dog outside 24/7, without adequate shelter and food and water, I called the Humane Society. Since then, she has been furious with me and barely spoken to me. Four years. Last Friday, I catch her on my porch, moving the outdoor critter dishes to the back. She's freaked by the raccoons that sometimes come around. She somehow thinks they won't come to the back porch? I don't know. But it's dark out back, and smaller. Much more difficult to scoop up any stray cat. So I move them back to the front, and endure her screaming at me at the top of her lungs, cursing me with every possible name (including the "C" word), in front of the entire building (everyone just happens to be on their porches), including children. About a month ago, the brother of the awful neighbor from across the street (who has since moved) asked me if I wanted the Russian Blue's two kittens. I said I couldn't keep them, but I could get them into a shelter, rescue group, something. Monday, he knocks on my door and asks if I still want them. "Yes", I reply. But I wasn't set up yet, so asked him to come back Tuesday with the kittens. So it's Tuesday, and I'm sipping wine and watching "Big Fish". I hear the third awful neighbor, next door to me. These people scream and curse at each other and their children *constantly*. Their children have ruined my garden fence, picked my flowers, and probably stolen things from my porch (can't swear to that, but things are missing). The landlord is evicting them, but that takes time. Anyway, I hear them talking about kittens, and go "Oh, no!" And go out and see the guy has given the kittens to them. Now, they have a history of animal abuse. They only want a cat to catch mice. I am appalled that this guy would go back on his word and give these kittens to these idiots! So I say "I'm sorry, but you are not allowed to have animals (which was my understanding), please give me the kittens." All hell broke loose. Not only did I have them screaming and cursing at me, children crying, horrible things being said, but the other animal-abusing neighbor comes down and starts screaming at me for the second time in less than a week. It's my birthday. I have been verbally assaulted, and nearly physically so. I have been threatened. All because I am trying to help these two little kittens find a good home. In tears, terrified, I call the landlord. He does not know what to do, either, but suggests I give them the one cat back since, chances are when they leave, they'll dump it, and I'll get it anyway. And otherwise, call the police Nothing has been specific enough to call the police on ("We'll get 10 pit bills!" probably doesn't qualify as a threat of bodily harm), so I reluctantly go over with the little black kitten, say "I was mistaken, here". It broke my heart. That little adorable girl will have nothing but a short and miserable life more than likely. And I have been accused of and called everything in the book. All for trying to help animals. I just do not understand people anymore. I really don't. Ginger-lyn very depressed |
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Ginger-Lyn I am so sorry that you have to go through that. I wish I could
raze your neighborhood or tap it with a magic wand or something. It sounds like such a terrible stressful place. If it's any consolation you tried to do what you could. I don't have any advice because it sounds like just a very bad situation. I guess if you *see* anything you can call the animal control, but I sometimes wonder just how effective that is. If they really are not allowed to have animals, I guess you could check on that. It really sucks. I'm sorry. (((((Ginger-Lyn))))) "Ginger-lyn Summer" wrote in message ... All I wanted to do on Tuesday was sit down quietly, drink some wine, and watch some videos (exciting birthday, huh? DH had to work, it's a Tuesday, bleah). I get about 3/4 of the way through "Big Fish" when all hell breaks loose. You see, we had these stupid neighbors across the street awhile back. They let their cats run outside, and couldn't seem to get the concept of "spaying" (even though I explained it to them several times). I once saw their Russian Blue, on the coldest night of the year, standing on a sheet of ice as I came out to put food and water in the dishes for the outdoor critters. Very sad. Now, maybe six months ago, I found a little white kitten on my porch. Assumed it was a stray. I already had a rescue kitty in the Kitty Rescue Room, so I did the only thing I could (and being a quasi-apartment manager does have its advantages!): I put kitten in the empty apartment next door. A few years ago, I posted about my horrible neighbor who kept her cat chained up pretty much her entire life, a life cut short by feline leukemia. She allowed this cat to die slowly and painfully at home, chained up, while her children watched. Grrrr. She also kept her dog chained up, never walked her, and had her son take out the soiled newspapers on a daily basis. I talked to her nicely about all this -- several times. She ignored every bit of good advice I gave her. So when she started chaining the dog outside 24/7, without adequate shelter and food and water, I called the Humane Society. Since then, she has been furious with me and barely spoken to me. Four years. Last Friday, I catch her on my porch, moving the outdoor critter dishes to the back. She's freaked by the raccoons that sometimes come around. She somehow thinks they won't come to the back porch? I don't know. But it's dark out back, and smaller. Much more difficult to scoop up any stray cat. So I move them back to the front, and endure her screaming at me at the top of her lungs, cursing me with every possible name (including the "C" word), in front of the entire building (everyone just happens to be on their porches), including children. About a month ago, the brother of the awful neighbor from across the street (who has since moved) asked me if I wanted the Russian Blue's two kittens. I said I couldn't keep them, but I could get them into a shelter, rescue group, something. Monday, he knocks on my door and asks if I still want them. "Yes", I reply. But I wasn't set up yet, so asked him to come back Tuesday with the kittens. So it's Tuesday, and I'm sipping wine and watching "Big Fish". I hear the third awful neighbor, next door to me. These people scream and curse at each other and their children *constantly*. Their children have ruined my garden fence, picked my flowers, and probably stolen things from my porch (can't swear to that, but things are missing). The landlord is evicting them, but that takes time. Anyway, I hear them talking about kittens, and go "Oh, no!" And go out and see the guy has given the kittens to them. Now, they have a history of animal abuse. They only want a cat to catch mice. I am appalled that this guy would go back on his word and give these kittens to these idiots! So I say "I'm sorry, but you are not allowed to have animals (which was my understanding), please give me the kittens." All hell broke loose. Not only did I have them screaming and cursing at me, children crying, horrible things being said, but the other animal-abusing neighbor comes down and starts screaming at me for the second time in less than a week. It's my birthday. I have been verbally assaulted, and nearly physically so. I have been threatened. All because I am trying to help these two little kittens find a good home. In tears, terrified, I call the landlord. He does not know what to do, either, but suggests I give them the one cat back since, chances are when they leave, they'll dump it, and I'll get it anyway. And otherwise, call the police Nothing has been specific enough to call the police on ("We'll get 10 pit bills!" probably doesn't qualify as a threat of bodily harm), so I reluctantly go over with the little black kitten, say "I was mistaken, here". It broke my heart. That little adorable girl will have nothing but a short and miserable life more than likely. And I have been accused of and called everything in the book. All for trying to help animals. I just do not understand people anymore. I really don't. Ginger-lyn very depressed |
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"m. L. Briggs" wrote I am not trying to be funny, Ginger, but I do wish to say Happy Birthday IN SPITE of the awful situation. We are told that everything happens for a purpose (don't necessarily believe this) but try to find the purpose in this -- you finding a better place to live. Heartfelt agreement. |
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"m. L. Briggs" wrote I am not trying to be funny, Ginger, but I do wish to say Happy Birthday IN SPITE of the awful situation. We are told that everything happens for a purpose (don't necessarily believe this) but try to find the purpose in this -- you finding a better place to live. Heartfelt agreement. |
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"m. L. Briggs" wrote I am not trying to be funny, Ginger, but I do wish to say Happy Birthday IN SPITE of the awful situation. We are told that everything happens for a purpose (don't necessarily believe this) but try to find the purpose in this -- you finding a better place to live. Heartfelt agreement. |
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