So apparently not enough of my pre-Ida worried had returned for the gods' tastes, because we FINALLY had that anticipated confrontation with the neighbor who doesn't want people feeding the cats down the block.

The Crazy Cat Lady was at her very craziest, reassuring us in a needlessly 20-minute long phone call that he's had the police and ASPCA both called on him and he knows that he's not supposed to bother us.

That does not reassure me in the least. She was absolutely insistent that there was nobody else who could feed these cats, and that this guy has never been more than all talk.

I REALLY do not like the number of times she contradicted herself or went into irrelevant details when she was asked to explain how this was all OK. I am still just BARELY willing to chalk it up to senility -- I could have sworn I heard her say something about Harry Connick Jr. during the call. *sigh*

If we disappear, this is why. If I kill him, it's because he tried to hurt one of OUR cats and I regret nothing.

I did not need this shit one tiny bit, not on top of our home wifi being down until at least Thursday, work piled up something fierce, my ear starting to bother me again, and my vaporizer tube shattering, leaving a glass shard somewhere on the floor we could not find.

I am really starting to lose it here. Next step will probably be contacting the people who "volunteered" us to feed these guys in the first place and asking if THEY can get us out of this 'cause THEY got us into it.