That is not, unfortunately, an option, due to the fact that the lovely ladies aforementioned did nothing in the month that they knew they were leaving to make any other arrangements, as they might have done. They might have tried to see if they could re-locate them to any of the local feral colonies. They might have used humane traps to collect them and take them to SPCA or Animal Control, where they might have a chance of being adopted out (apparently 2 of them are probably abandoned house cats) or given to an animal rescue. Or we could leave them to starve, in our string of backyards from which there is no escape due to zero lot lines.
So yeah, easy for you to say, not so easy to face in real life.
SPCA won’t take animals that aren’t adoptable, and since these are mature cats the chances against adoption are large. I could take them to Animal Control, but if they aren’t adopted there they will be euthanized. I have found a shelter organization that might be willing to take some or all of them, I just sent them an email.
My pit of my former neighbors stands. They are irresponsible jerks.
Do they have TNR where you live? (Trap, neuter, release) You (or somebody) could take them in to be spayed/neutered so at least they won’t reproduce any further.
Whatever you decide to do for these kitties, OP, if you need financial contributions please let me know as I would be glad to chip in. Knowing dopers as I do I am probably not the only one.
It’s that time of the year when I (and my family) go to a lot of outdoor concerts and listen to music. And eat ice cream.
Yes, friend, one can buy ice cream at the grocery store for a lot less money than when one buys it by the scoop from a food truck. (Friend explained this to us at great enough length to annoy me).
But our budget is ok with spending money on good ice cream. And bad ice cream, and mediocre ice cream.
I’d say that the ice cream from this particular food truck is good, but not super awesome. But it’s there when we want it and that’s the important thing.
Yes, ice cream out of doors, where someone else scoops it, cones it and cleans up the mess.
Yea, I am down with that!
ETA a little music on the side, nice!
I’ve been having so much trouble sleeping, and this morning the neighbours’ renovation noises began BEFORE 7 AM. Fuck me.
And I have to have the window closed at the moment, and I’m roasting. I have music playing in my headphones to try to get rid of some of the noise, but I can still feel the banging, and the strong vibrations from the drilling, plus my headphones are getting sweaty so I’ll have to turn off the music in a bit.
I had to hit Home depot for new linoleum for my laundry room. OMG it is so hard to deal with those people. No one knows anything. No one can cut it. I wanted to buy it and carry it out, no installation or anything else. Crikey, I was ready to stab someone. Mr.Wrekker had steam coming out of his ears. It’s bought, thank god.
Now, I’ll have to try to convince the Siamese cats that it’s okay that someone new is in their favorite room. I will have to worry whether they will ever go back in there. They do love the dryer so maybe it will work out. Fingers crossed the big upheaval will start Tuesday. Aaack!
Fuck off with your cookie warnings. The internet can’t function without them, I don’t need to be handheld, the overwhelming majority of them are not harmful or tracking me, and even if they were I just want to read your dumb article. Leave me be!
My Home Depot hires a lot of cheap, young help that quite possibly have never even used a hammer and I get pissed off when – true illustrative story-- employees in the “tool corral” don’t know what an impact wrench is, much less be able to help me with adapter bits. I’ve learned to stalk the store in search of middle-aged male employees who tend to have actually used tools; when I can’t find one of these semi-mythical beasts I haunt the contractor’s desk staff.
To me, this is akin to a Bed & Bath drone not knowing what a towel or pillowcase is. Grrr!
You think they would need some elementary understanding of how things work. I mean, it’s not rocket science.
What really got us unnerved was finding a person in an orange vest and telling them we needed help in flooring, and the person disappeared never to be seen again. Mr.Wrekker went to the service desk, finally. They never heard from the other person. 3 people later and finally someone showed up. She couldn’t unlock the carousel the flooring is on because you have to have a key card. Gaaaaahhh. Maddening. We were in the store 3 hours.
So I turn on my Android tablet this morning in bed, to see what’s new in the world, and it flashes a message: “SD card was unexpectedly removed”. Not by me, it wasn’t!
There’s nothing I hate more than malfunctioning technology. And what the hell could cause that? All I ever do is tap away at it for a while, then put it on the bedside table to charge.
Aha! Yesterday I took it over to the computer to cross-reference some stuff, then brought it back to the bedroom and threw it on the bed. And a sort of sixth sense went, “good thing the bed is nice and soft, that little jolt probably can’t do it any harm.”
It’s fine now that I popped it out and pushed it in again, but it’s good to know that I have some kind of supernatural predictive powers!