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starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2013-07-06 12:10 am
starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2013-07-06 12:10 am
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I think I had some sort of emotional venting going on this morning.
Not a very good start to the day - the neighbor's maid is accusing one of the cats of going into their house and leaving poo in places. Told her that could not be possible - the cats are all spayed/neutered and have no desire to cross into other houses. Asked for a description and all she could say was that it was an orange cat. Pebbles and Qbie and Buchi came to mind as the likely suspects but - she also said that the cat loves to lounge on their lanai. And when they chase the cat, it comes to our house. Ergo, it's our cat.
Explain to me how a cat coming over to our house automatically makes it ours? I told the maid - not every cat that flees to our house stays in our house. They come and go because no one bothers them, and if they do leave poo somewhere, it gets swept out in with the trash. (Isn't she lucky she works for a foreigner, just like the anti-cat people next door to them? Because she's finding it hard to always be sweeping away the cat poo. I had no idea maids were so high-tech these days. /sarcasm) Told them that our cats are kept indoors for the night, and only come out at six in the morning - they found the culprit at four in the morning. And she specifically said it was an orange cat, so it's not Darklette, who is a tortoise-shell black and is the cat on duty outside.
And if I am out with Patpat and the Sunrise Club from five (sometimes four-thirty) to six-thirty every morning, how is it that I have never seen this cat that is always in our garage at that time? On top of our car, no less. Eh? I know exactly what time that house gets up in the morning, because I am on the front porch watching their house lights go on like a proper stalker. I know, most times, where Pebbles comes from for meals, and his route when he goes. I definitely know where Qbie comes from, and the route he takes when he goes. Buchi never even wants to go out of the lanai gate, and is always back in within five minutes.
So I rest secure with 99% probability that none of my cats are responsible. I was told by the animal welfare people that spaying/neutering takes the wanderlust out of cats, and it has turned out to be so. Besides, we have a perfectly good empty lot next door where the chibikins play, so why they would go where they are not wanted is a mystery.
Heck, I even showed Biscuit to the maid, who said she didn't look like their perp. (Of course not.) I know there's a doppleganger of Buchi running around, but he lives in the next street over, and is probably a more likely candidate.
But it's out of my hands. I know mine are all secure, and have resigned the anxiety and troubled thoughts to God for the meantime. Told the maid to just keep yelling at their perp or splashing him with cold water, if the cat knows he's not wanted, he won't hang around, right?
Otherwise, the day went well. A major cloud over it because of the piercing headache that drilled through my head as I signed things for our cultural org; dropped off the laundry at the laundromat (a good thing too, as the parental laundry filled up all the washlines, and in this weather, too); totally forgot Ma's PT was coming today and was at Megamall when Dad called me up to tell me she was there. So I dropped Ramon off to meet with his cousin re the death benefits of his brother, high-tailed it back to Makati, where I arrived just in time to give Cris her lift to Alphaland, then returned to Megamall.
It was in the car in the middle of traffic while returning to Megamall that I started to cry. Good thing I had my Ray-Bans on and traffic was a bit heavy. Must have been the headache, hunger, tiredness, aching lower back, anxiety over the cats, lack of caffeine, and probably a whole host of other things that needed venting. So...I vented. It was quite a production number. Managed to get through the worst of it while negotiating lunch-hour traffic, and calmed down by the time I picked up Ramon.
We ended up eating lunch in Glorietta after finding all the parking lots in Fort Bonifacio full up. Glorietta not only had spaces free, it's underground parking = SHADE. My thumping bumping brain was soothed by an excellent lunch (highly recommend the Fookien Rice at Mongkok, it is DELICIOUS) and the ingestion of the ibuprofen that Ramon keeps handy for his migraine. Poking around the computer shops and side hallways of the third floor helped too.
Then we went home, to life as usual. Even managed a 30-minute nap! Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully better. I got things done, and I am grateful.
Not a very good start to the day - the neighbor's maid is accusing one of the cats of going into their house and leaving poo in places. Told her that could not be possible - the cats are all spayed/neutered and have no desire to cross into other houses. Asked for a description and all she could say was that it was an orange cat. Pebbles and Qbie and Buchi came to mind as the likely suspects but - she also said that the cat loves to lounge on their lanai. And when they chase the cat, it comes to our house. Ergo, it's our cat.
Explain to me how a cat coming over to our house automatically makes it ours? I told the maid - not every cat that flees to our house stays in our house. They come and go because no one bothers them, and if they do leave poo somewhere, it gets swept out in with the trash. (Isn't she lucky she works for a foreigner, just like the anti-cat people next door to them? Because she's finding it hard to always be sweeping away the cat poo. I had no idea maids were so high-tech these days. /sarcasm) Told them that our cats are kept indoors for the night, and only come out at six in the morning - they found the culprit at four in the morning. And she specifically said it was an orange cat, so it's not Darklette, who is a tortoise-shell black and is the cat on duty outside.
And if I am out with Patpat and the Sunrise Club from five (sometimes four-thirty) to six-thirty every morning, how is it that I have never seen this cat that is always in our garage at that time? On top of our car, no less. Eh? I know exactly what time that house gets up in the morning, because I am on the front porch watching their house lights go on like a proper stalker. I know, most times, where Pebbles comes from for meals, and his route when he goes. I definitely know where Qbie comes from, and the route he takes when he goes. Buchi never even wants to go out of the lanai gate, and is always back in within five minutes.
So I rest secure with 99% probability that none of my cats are responsible. I was told by the animal welfare people that spaying/neutering takes the wanderlust out of cats, and it has turned out to be so. Besides, we have a perfectly good empty lot next door where the chibikins play, so why they would go where they are not wanted is a mystery.
Heck, I even showed Biscuit to the maid, who said she didn't look like their perp. (Of course not.) I know there's a doppleganger of Buchi running around, but he lives in the next street over, and is probably a more likely candidate.
But it's out of my hands. I know mine are all secure, and have resigned the anxiety and troubled thoughts to God for the meantime. Told the maid to just keep yelling at their perp or splashing him with cold water, if the cat knows he's not wanted, he won't hang around, right?
Otherwise, the day went well. A major cloud over it because of the piercing headache that drilled through my head as I signed things for our cultural org; dropped off the laundry at the laundromat (a good thing too, as the parental laundry filled up all the washlines, and in this weather, too); totally forgot Ma's PT was coming today and was at Megamall when Dad called me up to tell me she was there. So I dropped Ramon off to meet with his cousin re the death benefits of his brother, high-tailed it back to Makati, where I arrived just in time to give Cris her lift to Alphaland, then returned to Megamall.
It was in the car in the middle of traffic while returning to Megamall that I started to cry. Good thing I had my Ray-Bans on and traffic was a bit heavy. Must have been the headache, hunger, tiredness, aching lower back, anxiety over the cats, lack of caffeine, and probably a whole host of other things that needed venting. So...I vented. It was quite a production number. Managed to get through the worst of it while negotiating lunch-hour traffic, and calmed down by the time I picked up Ramon.
We ended up eating lunch in Glorietta after finding all the parking lots in Fort Bonifacio full up. Glorietta not only had spaces free, it's underground parking = SHADE. My thumping bumping brain was soothed by an excellent lunch (highly recommend the Fookien Rice at Mongkok, it is DELICIOUS) and the ingestion of the ibuprofen that Ramon keeps handy for his migraine. Poking around the computer shops and side hallways of the third floor helped too.
Then we went home, to life as usual. Even managed a 30-minute nap! Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully better. I got things done, and I am grateful.
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Buti pa ang Bel-Air. Their animal welfare advocate is also the barangay chairperson. All residents were advised that in case of incidents like that, a planggana and some sand in a quiet corner of the garden was the preferred course of action. Here, it's complain to the neighbor who is an animal welfare advocate.
Naku, when we had dogs, Mrs. Doctor (God rest her soul), complained at regular intervals about the barking of Dixie (God rest his soul). Anuvah, dogs bark when they see people peeping over the fence, normal yun, a. And it's not like he barked nonstop. Tapos may aircon pa sila pag oras ng pagtulog, so...ewan.
Gosh, but it felt good to get THAT off my chest. :D
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And dear almighty God, you understand why I say that.