I was wrong.
There was a knock on my door this afternoon from a City Zoning officer. He wanted to see my "cat cage". He was extremely nice and I happily let him come inside. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. At the time, I wasn't sure if I was frightened or angry. It didn't take long for me to figure out which one it was.
Mr. Zoning Guy tells me that he needed to figure out if my cat den is in fact a "Structure". If it's a structure, it will have to be moved so that it's 2 feet away from their fence. The guy kind of rolled his eyes when he saw it - "what's the big deal" look. He's going to call me in two days and let me know. The good news is, I won't have to take it down. It'll have to be moved...and I can move it ANYWHERE as long as it isn't within 2 feet of their fence.
Who could sit by and let a face like this die? I brought Zach home and put him in my son's bedroom. He looked pretty dehydrated, so I decided to take him to the vets for fluids. He's still there now and I can hardly wait to pick him up.
I'm going to keep looking at this picture and not let myself go bizerk over the dimwits next door.
"Keep your eye on the ball, Beth." (Or set fire to some cat poop and leave it on their front door)