Cheryl’s ticked. Royally.
The woman a few doors down hates cats and doesn’t seem to have a whole lot of respect for her neighbours, or so Cheryl says. That dog that was here yesterday left a present on the lawn. Cheryl had told the kid to clean up the mess, but he didn’t. The woman a few doors down complained to the landlord that she (the woman) had to clean up the *cat* poop so her kids could play. Question is, what’s her kids doing playing near our front step?
Not only that, but there’s a world of difference between cat poop and dog poop and if this woman wasn’t so dead set against animals in general, she’d have known that. I mean, I know my butt is a bit on the big side, but not *that* big! Sheesh!!
Ah, it’ll all work out in the end, I suppose. We’re only out for a short while and the old bear needs to realize that we’re not the only cats on the block. Maybe she could make that a part of her Catmas wish list – a new set of brains.
