I got awakened by the delightful sounds of cats yowling under my bedroom again...for 2 1/2 hours I would holler, bang the wall, stomp the floor, to have the cats shut up. Then, I would doze for a few minutes, and it would all start over again. Finally, at about 7:30am, I came flying outta bed, grabbed my BB gun, and ran out my front door, with the BB gun, in my jammies, yelling at these cats, "What, you have nothing to say now?? COME ON!!! BRING IT!!! LET'S PLAY!!!" (You might be a redneck, LOL)
Soon, I am going over to the landlord's to tell her that, although I wanted to stay here forever this time, with the trashy people across the driveway from me having 30 cats, I just can't do it, and I will be looking for a new, reasonably cat free place...either that, or they can tell the trashy people to downsize to a more reasonable number. And 14 is NOT a reasonable number...that's what they downsized to last time...there are 5 people in that house...no, 7 now, so one FIXED cat per person (which is what I have here in my house) I guess I could handle...
I really don't want to move, so my only other option is to get a live trap (the ones that don't hurt the critters, although right now I want to) and catch them and take them to the pound or something...Maybe I could catch the fertile ones first...
