my, my slow descent into eremitism
   one question that  keeps resounding on this blog is - why do people have to suck so  bad?
  
 this morning, i  was AWOKEN FROM LOVELY, LOVELY sleep by a knocking on my  door.
  
 piece of  evidence #1 that someday i will be a hermit:
  
 i hate when people  come to my house.  unless i'm expecting them.  hate, hate, hate.   i especially hate it when it involves me waking up from a lovely nap on my couch  or a lovely dream in my bed.  
  
 it was the  landlord.  he knows the cat lady next door feeds the cats.  and that  is the reason i regularly give him for the fact that we have cats around.   and it's true.  
  
 he said he asked  her to start feeding at the other end of her parking lot, away from our  place.
  
 if they're still  hanging around in our yard in a week, he'll call the humane society to come get  them.
  
 also, he thinks  they're going under the house, so he's sealing that opening  up.
  
 this sucks for so  many reasons.
  
 #1.  the cats  do not hurt anyone.  
 #2.  there  are like three at any given time in sight.  sometimes they hang out on our  picnic table that no one uses.  sometimes they take shade under it.   how goddamn dare they, right?
 #3.  the cats  go under the house to escape the 100-degree heat or thunder & rain.   that, again, does not hurt anyone.  and we have a hurricane coming  TOMORROW! 
 #4.  the only  cats i see that go under the house are my beloved fluffy and my miserable  kitten.  i deposited catherine in there before the last hurricane.   that's it.  yes, they're going to COMPLETELY RUIN THE *DIRT* UNDER THE  HOUSE.
 #5.  i  called.  the humane society does not collect strays unless they are  trapped.  nor does the county.  though they will collect them  if they're trapped.  and you can imagine how adoptable a grown-up, goofy  stray is.  and the county shelter is depressingly bad.
  
 this means i gotta  get rabies tags for fluffy and kitten pronto (they're vaccinated, they just are  not wearing collars).  
  
 oh, also, kitten  was under the house today when i went to work.  i came home at lunch and  the hole was sealed up.  is kitten still inside?  i guess we'll  see.  
  
 why do people suck  so bad, i want to know?  the cats can't help it they're homeless.. it's so  mean to basically kill them because their PRESENCE annoys you.  to not have  the three boy cats get into trouble, i'd have to get them all fixed w/ rabies  shots.. something which is no small feat.  it's not so expensive - $30 per  - but i need a $100 deposit for the trap.  agggh.
  
 i'm exploring  options for them, trying to find a nicer neighborhood.  it's just  sad.  and not the way i want to start a week, bright and early on  a monday morning..