The good news is - they left this morning for the UK for the month of August. I have an entire 30 days to get things in order for when they come back.
Initially, I killed them with kindness. (I only had 7-8 minutes talking with them) They're gardeners and in my best "snow white" voice asked if they would help me with choosing some fast growing ivy to grow over the cat den. Her answer? "I told my husband when I saw that *thing* (points to cat den)...they're either wealthy or stupid."
I've decided that "all bets are off". I don't think being sweet is going to amount to anything. That's not like me. I'm usually the one that thinks "You get more bees with honey, than you do with vinegar." (I can feel my Grandma smiling at me from heaven for saying one of her quotes.)
I don't trust people who "hate animals". There. I said it.
I'm ready to get on with the business of rescuing again. I still have many boxes to unpack, but my kitchen is set up, toilet paper is on the roll and litterboxes are being used - all the basics are in place and I'm missing the rescue.
What a mistake to go on the shelter website and see these two little guys:
They're scheduled to be euthanized. I don't know if they'll make it through the vet day tomorrow or not. I feel so out of touch.
It's time to rise above the pettiness next door and remember who I am and what I love to do.
...and if those old farts next door don't like it - screw 'em.