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.
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