boo neighbor and catsitter.

Oh, Zen. I totally feel your pain.

Years ago an old boyfriend asked me to take care of his cats all the time. After a while, I expressed disinterest in being his full-time, for free, cat sitter since he traveled extensively.

It came to pass that he 'needed me' to cover one of two week period, but had someone else do the first week. I said I would do both weeks, or I needed contact info for that person, just in case.

In a pretty snotty tone, he told me to quit being such a control freak.

When I arrived after the first week, I discovered that NO ONE had been there. Had it not been that the bathroom tap was broken and one of the cats was desperate enough to climb into a cupboard and chew through the unopened cat food bag, the two creatures would have been dead.

I can't even express the mixture of feelings that thought evoked.

No more cat sitting for me.

bonny, my distrust of this unknown catsitter is the reason I went into the house one time when it wasn't "my turn", just to make sure. The more I think about this, the more angry I get. Partly at myself. I should have gotten the catsitter's contact info (I know she left my info for the catsitter), at the very least. I should know better by now than to trust anyone to be either competent or sensible.

Fuck this. I'm calling the locksmith.

bonny, my distrust of this unknown catsitter is the reason I went into the house one time when it wasn't "my turn", just to make sure.

I have TOTALLY done this. Most of the time, it garnered "I told you so" circumstances. Others, pleasant surprise. Mostly the former, though.

Good luck with the locksmith!

Good luck, Zen. It's awful that you're in that situation.

This thing you can do now, where you type stuff into the interwebs and then someone brings you a pizza? It's nifty. I'm glad that got developed.

Zenkitty, goodness. I wish you well with the locksmith.

We have new cat. Well, we don't HAVE her yet as she is being spayed tomorrow, but she is ours. Black one year old female. Her name is Noodle and she is a snuggler.

CJ is back from his search and rescue mission.

Good luck Zen! This is exactly why a reliable catsitter is worth their weight in gold.

I think I will make a loaf of banana bread Monday and mail it to Colin's roomie Tuesday,

Aw, yay new kitty.

That's sad, Suzi, about the hikers.

Locksmith got me in. I didn't see one cat, but she always hides, and her food bowl (inaccessible to the other one) was not empty, and the water bowl was not empty, so I'm assuming she's all right. The other one, the fat cat who gets a special diet (isn't working), was *ravenous*. I filled up her bowl and I've never seen a cat eat so fast. Poor thing.

I found the neighbor's key ring and swiped the door key. It was that or leave the house unlocked.

Saga concluded!

This is exactly why a reliable catsitter is worth their weight in gold.

Damn straight. She should've hired the girl I recommended.