Ding-Dong goes the doorbell this morning. At our doorstep was a rather odiferous, barefoot woman saying "My kitty went into your back yard, can I look for her?" Um, okay I guess. She goes out for a few minutes, comes back (sans cat), and says "My grandson ran into your fence and knocked a hole in it, heh heh." News to us. "You know, he's 16 and really wants to get his driver's license" I'll bet he does. "He'll have to wait until he's a better driver though" I should certainly hope so. So, do you intend to fix the hole in the fence or just keep coming by when you think your cat is in our yard? Well this had us a little worried, as any cat-sized hole is a perfect Scout-sized hole, so Kevin decided to stop by the hardware store and get some chicken wire. Maybe it will keep the cats out! Unfortunately, when he went to install it, on our side it's buried behind rose bushes, and on their side, apparently they have "fixed" it by pilling a bunch of trash and crap against it. Well, as long as Scout doesn't get out, that's all I care about.
And as for our landlord's beloved dying plants? The ones he swore he was going to get us a new gardener for? Well, no word yet--two weeks and counting. I'm sure he'll be quite upset about the hole in his fence as well, but won't do anything about it, as usual.Posted by Shelby at October 9, 2003 07:39 PM