Aparently PetFinderAlert.com is a scam!

I finally found some info on the net, and it was all bad. There are no positive testimonials because they never call anybody.This is why their web site is scanty.They don't even list what their service is. They have a "F" rating with the BBB. I have had my debit card frozen and I will go to the bank tomorrow and see what they want to do. It's one thing to lose $39.99, it's another to have given them my personal information.

Well, lets talk about Goosie and the House!

The father and son team are jack hammering up the lawn right now. They say they will be done by 3:30ish. I'm washing my hair and me then and washing my clothes. I didn't make it to washing ME before they got here this morning. Any way, the father has had his tour of the problem spots in this house, My sink, tub/shower don't get water, in the master bath, the shower doesn't work any more and the drain is blocked. In the kitchen the sink drain is rusted out. Which is why I wash out of a bucket mostly, unless I want to fill the bathtub up with 14 pails of water (getting the temperature right is tricky).

As it stands, the price for the re-pipe is 3200, but doing the drains would be a different job. More money. Don't see Don going for it. Oh well, at least I will have hot water again.

I have cleaned and cleaned, but the house. . .the stacks, the stacks! But the more I clear, the more barren I make it, the better the chance I have of keeping it that way.

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Goosie

Goosie IS wildly happy to see me. Of course, it took two cans of can food to get her there. She was meowing and meowing. She wanted me to stop petting her, she slashed me when I did. Now, it total love time. She kept waking me up every couple of hours and I would open my eyes and she would be four inches away from my face and she would meow, "PET ME!" Strangely enough, she STILL wants to GO OUT. Yaa, Goosie, maybe next spring.

So the asshole across the street, the guy who called the city on me is the one who had Goosie. In his garage, the one that's open every day when he puts his truck in there. If she was so afraid to come out when he was around, that she was willing to starve to death, then why was she willing to go in there, in the first place?

He said that he had noticed cat prints on his truck window and had seen my poster on the tree., and wondered about his garage. He found her behind a stack of tires. I was at work. I called up the next door neighbor, and asked her to send her son over. Then I called up ex-best friend. She would not do it because she would be uncomfortable dealing with a stranger. Then I asked the supervisor if I could run home and get her. She said yes. I went home and got out of the car and started walking, running over. The next door neighbor caught me about the waist and told me I shouldn't look. I said "But he said she was meowing her head off. Did Gary see her?" She said no. I said "I've got to know." And rushed into the garage. No Goosie. I ran his doorbell. I asked him where she was. He went into the garage and found her in the other corner. She was in a tight little ball, to the point she was trying to stick her head up her ass. Also, it was like the tire was pinning her in. I don't think she could have gotten out by her self , the way she was in there.

I pried her out, she was screaming in fear. I rushed her across the street, she seem to realize where she was and who I was. She jumped out of my arms at the door and tried to open it herself. I put her in the bedroom and she ran under the bed. I opened up a can of cat food. She came out and started chowing down.

Before the day was done, she had eaten two cans, and had calmed down. She has peed now, only love kept me in the room after that, pew you. So it looks like her kidneys are working. She feels much better. Man, she was filthy.

I don't know if I should be profoundly graceful to the asshole or reading up on psychopaths.

Wow, I think the Wallyworld spray cleaner is like 90% bleach!

Cough, cough, wheeze, sneeze, sneeze, pee my pants. But ex-best friend's room is as clean as I can make with out a dumpster. Ya, ex-BF. I don't know if I want to write about it now. It's just that I'm noticed that the only use she has for me now, is to dump her negative feelings on me. I get one good time for like every 15 negativity dumping sessions. What she did today takes the cake, however. She does not give a crap about me. She proved that today.

Well any way have finished bathroom. Of course the inside of the cabinets . . .that's another day's job. Now I get to figure out where to put all the stuff I pulled out of the two rooms and pick up the trash I have generated, and sweep and mop the hallway, dining room and the kitchen. Then I'll take a whack at the crap in the living room. I figure I'll go to bed after 1:00 a.m.

goosie has been found! She is on my bed right now!

Got up at Six

And was out the door by 6:30. Walked five streets. Saw many foreclosed houses. And it's funny how one street will have lots of cats on it and the next will be barren of cats. I saw one cat who looked very much like Goosie but wasn't her, because it wouldn't let me get close and as far as I could tell, it didn't have enough white on it. I put up two more posters. Ran out of tape on first dispenser. Tomorrow back to the store for more posters and supplies. It occurs to me that I should be taking a can of cat food with me as bait.Tomorrow I will do the section to the north of me.

But I have to continue on with the house. The guy comes tomorrow. I have t finish up my bathroom and get started on Best Friend's old bedroom/bathroom.Going to be a marthron session. I don't want to be completely embrassesed when Anthony comes over.

My legs are so sore.

HAD BEST FRIEND GO OVER TO HOUSE

I had her stand at the back gate and called out Goosie's name and listen. She said she heard nothing. Of course the thing that bothers me is that the noise has been getting less and less. It is in my head.ButI I have LOOKED. Unless Goosie walked into a pocket universe, then it is in my mind. It is not a real noise. It is only want.

Got off work early and walked part of the section I had walked before and then into a new section. Nine streets altogether.My legs are so sore and I have a blister on my heel. And tomorrow I'm getting up at five and walking another section. I am down to three posters, damn it, That means I have put up 27 of them. Doesn't seem like it.

As I was walking and calling out Goosie's name I heard a meow. For a second I thought I had found her. It was another orange and white kitty. I had hope for a few milliseconds. Then I realized the way it was rubbing it's self around and meowing that it wasn't her. I petted the cat who turned out to be a boy with balls! Said goodbye to him and continued on. Many people watched me from their windows as i walked by. I have no idea how many of them have been contacted by WWW.PetFindersAlert.com.

Petfinders.com

Okay, around 9:30 at work I received a phone call on my cell phone. It was a man from Petfinders.com. He said that he had seen my ad and wanted to offer his services. That service being that they call everyone around my house and tell them about Goosie being lost . the range depends on the price. the smallest was five blocks (translation: five streets) . I went for that, $40.00. It occurred to me that this would make a dandy identity theft method, just before I gave him my info and card number. I asked him to prove it was real. He directed me to the www.petfinderalert.com site. I gave him the card number.
But, still, it could be someone saying that they were from petfinders. So I called their 800 number and left a rather garbled message.

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I am cycling between hope and the despair of believing Goosie is dead. I want her to be alive, and I want her to be dead if she is stuck in a garage. Every day I go to work and my coworkers convince me she's still alive. I imagine our reunion, in different ways, that she's mad at me, but I keep kissing on her until she relents, and more often is the fantasy that she is wildly happy to see me and purrs in my arms. I spend my day at work thinking about this, interspersed with the thoughts that she is dead. I go back and forth between these tow extreme.

And then I go home and there is no Goosie and I go outside and listen and wonder again if I AM hearing her, but where is it coming from? The nest door neighbor's cooler? Because it never gets any louder where ever I go. I didn't hear it any better in her backyard. It's not in my yard, I have looked. There is no underneath to my house. I have looked at the roof and I have checked inside the attic space. It's not real. I still hear it but not as much. I don't know what to make of that. Maybe my growing belief that she is dead, and my subconscious is letting go? That it's a psychic connection and she's passing away now?I've really rather believe that it's my imagination.

I have done what I can to find Goosie

I have walked my neighborhood, saturated it with fliers, and placed an ad in the local newspaper with a picture. I also went back to the pound. She's not there and she's not listed in the dead pet list. I have a horrible headache. I woke up at five with it and took some aspirin and then spent around an half hour wondering if I was going to vomit. Woke up at eight. Had a cup of tea, washed my face and went over to ask the next door neighbor if I could inspect her backyard. She promptly said yes and took me back there. I take back what I wrote last night. No sign of Goosie and I can put that meow I keeping hearing to my desire to have her back. It never varies by location, never gets any louder. Unless I'm psychic ( and I could be) , what I'm hearing is nothing but a fevered imagination.

The house re piping will start on Sunday/Monday. I have decided to bag everything and hide it and mop the floors and clean what I can. It sucks being a messie.

it also occurs to me that I have given my telephone number to the assholes on the street. Drat!

I'm really afraid

I'm afraid that Goosie is dead. I'm afraid that she is dying, locked in somebodies garage, dieing of thirst. Where can she be? I don't think she would run away from home. I know she has been crabby ever since she had that dental problem. Sometimes she would breath really hard. Maybe it fucked up her heart.. I wish she would come home.

I had a rather busy day, capped with a puncture on my last delivery. It was about a mile from my sister's. I called her and ran over there and then we had the fun of figuring out how to work the compressor. She called Don like 5 times I swear. Wrong attachment, etc. Got it up over 30 pounds and took off. Hit the first tire store I came across, Big O. They charged $17.50! The other place charges like $10.50. Think I might get in trouble.

So, got out so late, it was no point going to the pound. I'm taking tomorrow off to look for her. I picked up the prints at walgreens and tomorrow I will place a lost add and make posters. I will walk the neighborhood early in the morning looking for her and calling for her.

I am filled with the hope that she is alive but also filled with dread that she is dead, because, WHERE is she?

also, Little Miss Jilly is so happy. Lying on the bed, purring her head off. It's like she knows something. Like her rival is dead.

I also asked my next door neighbor if she had seen her. She invited me in, She has a wall of fair ribbons, and the work that she made to get them abounds through out the house. She ask me to sit and we talked about Goosie. She suggested that Goosie was locked up in someones garage. I keep hearing something on the edge of my hearing or it could be in my head (I've heard this in my room as well) by our wall. You don't think she's a sadist, do you? Yep, going nuts.

Still No Goosie

I went to the pound after work. I looked at all the cats in cages, then i went and got a number so I could ask two question. One; is that all the cats, two;they have a list of the dead cats they pick up every day, by color and location, where was it?So, they told me only one dead cat had been picked up today, a black and white one. I felt a little better.Then they told me they have a feral cat room and told me to go back to the cat room and a worker would let me in the feral cat room.i waited like 20 to 30 minutes in that room. All the cats desperately meowing and begging me to save them. By the time the guy got there I was practically hysterical. I carefully looked at the cats. I knew I was very stressed and I didn't want to make a mistake. There were two cats that looked very much like her. Then I could escape from that place. But i will have to go back tomorrow and repeat the process.

Then I went home and after a while I got into my car and drove around the surrounding streets looking for her. Then I asked the people next door if their dog had got her. They said no.

I have sent her pictures to Walgreen's and I will make posters. I also have to put in a lost add.

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The other plumbing place came by while I was still at work. They left the estimate in the mail box. $2000.00! They same stuff as Anthony. Penny told me they had a rep. We will be going with Anthony. Jackie then tells me that Don is afraid that the pipes in the house won't be able to take the pressure of the new water flow, so yes, he is talking about doing the inside of the house as well.At any other times I would be ashamed and jumping for joy. To be able to take a shower instead of washing out of a bucket in the laundry room like I have for the last three years. . .But I really don't care right now. I just want Goosie back.

Partial Solution

I bought a 32 gallon trash can from Wallyworld for $15.00, that has wheels. I talked to Bob and Penny's husband, who is a plumber. They both agreed that if the water line wasn't completely severed, then I would be able to fill up the trash can. Which I have. This gives me water to wash dishes and mop the floor, and flush the toilet. I can even use it to wash with. The one thing I won't do is drink it. I will go buy a gallon of water for that. So I won't have to stay at my sister's house and I will talk to best friend about using her shower. It's a lot closer then the sister's house and it would be a lot more convenient for everyone concerned.

The next time I fill it, (and I only filled it a little over half way, my sister was right, water is really heavy) I will do so in the backyard. I was unable to lift it over the door jam to get in in the house. So, the neighbors can see me dipping water out, and city rules say no trash can in front. I have no idea when the water line will be fixed. Or how much it will cost.

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My brother-in-law's friend sent a guy over, Antony. He came over with his son, and the son dug up the leak. Yes, it's about where the water was coming out in the driveway. Yes, it is galvanized pipe and it all has to be replaced. Yes, the stupid tree my brother planted over the sewer line is also over the water line. So, they will have to jog around it. That will add to the cost. I noticed that no mention of a permit was made. Oh well, the stuff I looked at on the net said most cities, not all would want one.

He went and looked at how much it would cost for the supplies, then he called me up with a quote. It's only $600.00! But, it means I'm getting PVC pipe. How long does that last?

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I let Goosie and Jilly out when I came home today. Jilly has come back and is in the bedroom. Goosie has not. She has never stay away this late. Usually she is hanging out on top,of the swamp cooler. I have looked for her in the backyard three times now, no luck. I have walked around to the next street and looked for her. Nothing. I'm really afraid she's dead. She better come back. I love her.

Bad News, Very Bad News

I came home from best friend and found water pouring down the driveway. I thought, well I didn't water today, so I didn't leave the sprinklers on, and I didn't leave the faucet running, and I didn't do any Landry. . .what can it be? And as soon as I thought that, I knew the answer. The water line into the house is broken. That's why the water bill says I'm using as many units as I was last year, even thought I have gone from watering the lawn everyday to twice a week, why it is the same as last year, even thought I am using three gallons a day in a portable cooler instead of the big swamp cooler 24/7. Because it has been leaking all this time. I wonder when the leak happened?

I called my sister up and told her and the first thing out of her AND her husband was that they would fix it. This just after they paid Margaret's tuition of $10,000. The second thing out of my Brother-in-Law's mouth was that I can stay at their house until it is fixed.

I so blessed in having them.

I feel so ashamed that I can't afford to fix it myself.

Ah, My Back Is Messed Up Again!

And I didn't do anything! I just slept on my Brother-in-law's futon in the office while house sitting. Unfortunately the futon is very hard because the B-I-L owns a Laundromat and he puts the bags filled with quarters on the futon. So it has been crushed and flatten by the weight of the quarters. There is no fluffiness left in it. Strangely enough I can sleep on it with no difficulty, accept for last night and that had nothing to do with the futon. One of the dogs had pissed in there, and I was coming in at eleven p.m. and there was nothing I could do about it. The smell kept me awake.

I have to find away to heal my back. Why is it doing this? Well, for starters, I weight 210 Pd's.It seems obvious to me that I need to get some weight off. Then excise.Hopefully that will do it. I will do some research on this. Goodbye Mother's Cookies, crackers, french fries. Hello limited amounts of bread and bagels.Time to explore lettuce wraps.

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Saw the ex fiance/goldigger at the hospital the day before yesterday. I was leaving the hospital and he was walking ahead of me. Yes, he reconizged me. He kept turning around and looking at me over his shoulder as he walked. As for me, it was, humm, that guy looks like Sam. He keeps turning around and looking at me. Then I realized it was Sam. I just kept walking (a little more slowly, didn't want to get close to him) and pretended that I didn't know who he was. He didn't stop, thank God! Because I'm pretty sure what I would have said would be something like "Don't talk to me, Asshole." So you see, it's good he didn't try to talk to me.Security people and all that. Don't want to go to jail.

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I came home to an ant attack in the radio room. They hadn't (the cats), eaten all of the mixed grill cat food on one plate. That's where the ants were. I fed the cats in the dining room and dragged a litter box out into the living room. Then I sprayed the ants. Could not find a trail to one of the walls. It disappeared into the carpet. I guess that they are coming through a hole? Saturated the carpet along their path. I went outside and sprayed the outside edge of the radio room. I sure hope this cures the problem. I can't let the cats back in the radio room until the carpet dries.