Friday And Ready to Fight!

By all reports, Gizmo is struggling in his new home and has bitten both of his new owners, but he remains in his “forever home."   Mommy sent D a text message asking that she check  in with her "friend" regarding the three cats; Grandmoo was worried, and that’s when things went downhill quickly.  

It turns out, D doesn't really like to say bad things about people, so when D mentioned that her "friend" was "ditsy," it was really code for not liking her much...lesson learned!  Mommy had to tell D that she is permitted to say "Bitch" and Mommy won't think too poorly of her ha/ha! Anyway, D sent, well,  "Bitty," we'll call her, a text inquiring as to how the cats were doing.   Aunt D read "Bitty's" text messages which went something like…”we let the cats out 24 hours after they got here, my husband has sighted all three,” when Mommy asked D to send an additional text message asking if the door was being left open as she expressed it would, if the cats were in fact sleeping in the barn/shed, well, shit hit the fan... is about the only way I can describe it!    D quickly reported to Mommy that she was going from “golden friend,” status to “dead friend.”  Bitty sent several sarcastic texts  in response to D, mentioning that she had "told us that she wasn't going to take the cats to the vet," "that she told us they were going to barn cats," "that we came out with crazy cat house totes, etc....

See here's the back story... Grandmoo later confessed to Mommy that she would have never left the cats with “Bitty,” had she not been a friend of a friend of Mommy’s.  Grandmoo was quietly observing as Mommy was talking with Bitty when we arrived with the cats.    

          *  Problem 1:  (As Grandmoo later reported, but in Mommy's own words or characterization, not Grandmoo's), Bitty doesn't know the difference between a shed and a barn.  Bitty didn't have a barn as she had previously described and discussed with Mommy on the phone.  Bitty obviously isn't too bright and/or she wishes she lives on a real farm with a real barn and is delusional.  Bitty simply doesn't have a barn.

            * Problem 2:  Bitty stated that her cats (two remaining) go in and out of her "barn," yet the barn door was closed when we arrived.  Hmmmm, do cats open shed, I mean "barn" doors by themselves?  No, no they do not...but that door is usually open Bitty reported.

           * Problem 3:  Bitty didn't have any food or water out for her cats.  Now Grandmoo initially excused this because it's perfectly acceptable to feed your pets and put the food up afterwards, keeps "unwanted's" away.  Still a little suspicious that there was no water bowl to be found.

           * Problem 4:  Bitty said her cats last on average three years, really?  Well, maybe that's because they need some type of shelter and there is absolutely nothing around you for them to go seek shelter in or under?  Maybe?  Yeah, Bitty says her cats like to go under the overgrown "wagon frame," apparently Bitty considers that shelter.  Bitty obviously has issues with providing her pets with shelter, she not only lied about the shelter that would be provided to these three cats, but she believes that a frame provides adequate shelter from rain, sun, and snow... which it doesn't!  

Anyway, I think you catch my drift...it was a very badly mixed up situation in which Grandmoo noticed all the signs of it not being an appropriate place for three stray city cats, and yet, we left the poor cats anyways. Mommy mistakenly overlooked glaringly obvious warning signs because Mommy thought Bitty was probably a church friend of D's, and D's only characterized her as "ditsy," not cold-hearted.  HUH!  Two days after leaving them, one is already dead...Grandmoo found her ran over, smashed, only two country roads over, trying to walk back to the city.  Now, for some, it may initially sound as though Mommy and Grandmoo are being a bit particular...well, if so, then shame on you! Do our critters get pampered, yep!  Did I expect these semi-wild cats to be pampered, ummm no!  We simply wanted them to have shelter (a barn), with regular food and water.  None of which is being provided, but all of which was promised.  Mommy and Grandmoo plan to do a face to face check in, and if these cats aren't being given what Bitty expressed they would be given, Bitty is going to be giving us back these cats.  See Bitty sarcastically answered the simple follow-up questions.  We provided her with three female cats, two of which were spayed and all of which had a flee treatment.  Grandmoo even made two totes, with a hole cut out of the side and blankets inside...to transport the cats in, and to give Bitty the best chance to have the cats stick around (a safe hide-out) which wouldn't have been an issue in a big barn, but Bitty found this ridiculous.  Anyway, this was all free to Bitty, but Bitty is obviously a self-centered, heartless, lying bitty.  Sorry kids, both Mommy and Daddy call it the way we see it, and I'm certain you both will too.  

Anyway, this "check-in" which is routine for Grandmoo and Amy who have adopted out over 20 cats in the past six months, is what got this all started.  We are supposed to get a snow storm and Grandmoo was worried sick about these critters. Not wanting to worry Grandmoo, who is having several health issues, Mommy didn't say anything tonight, instead I thought I would tell her tomorrow when we meet up for the Easter egg hunt.  Mommy meanwhile didn't get any sleep.  You two ended up sleeping with Mommy, kicking Daddy to the couch, and Mommy had to get a heating pad out at about 2am.  Mommy was tossing and turning having nightmares over these cats (and Mommy isn't even a cat lover, but I do care and love for all animals). 

This story explains why your "Grills" side of the family are anti-social/anti-fellow human beings ha/ha!  Great Papaw ran to the mountains of Tennessee some 31 years ago.  Great Uncle Dan lives in the desert of Tucson with his wild pigs, and Aunt Chris and Uncle Barry live in the hills of Southern Indiana.  All of us are viewed as "nice, social, charismatic, animal-loving people," but I think we all would be fine with never having contact with our fellow man... should everyone fall over dead...especially, fake, self-centered, animal-neglecting assholes, like Bitty.  If Mommy teaches you two anything, it better be to respect and care for the earth and all the critters!!

PS D was worried Mommy was going to be mad at her, huh!  Mommy treasures true friendships and is LOYAL.  D is a great person and a great friend, even if she is Republican hee/hee. Mommy would never blow off a friendship because of a third party's actions.  D is just gonna have to learn to shoot straight with Mommy, Mommy won't think less of her!