I’m out in the backyard fixing dye buckets, and I hear someone meowing. I see Monk, in the Cat Palace, sitting up on the perch, looking into the Cat Killer’s backyard. I go in and look through the fence into their yard, and there’s a white cat in the trap, lying, resigned, waiting. I don’t think it’s anyone I know. It wouldn’t matter—there’s nothing I can do about it. I call Animal Control—they already have it on their records to pick up. So at least she doesn’t plan on killing it herself. She’ll let them to it for her.
And here’s where I admit the pettiness of my hard, black little heart: it made me happy yesterday when, sitting in The Voodoo Lounge with the window open, I could hear either her son or her husband/boyfriend yelling at her, “You fucking whore!”
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Well that thing you have for a neighbor has a darker heart .. oh wait ... I don't think she has one ... Is there any chance she could get caught in the cat trap? Or hurt by it? So you could call Animal control to take care of her!
I can relate to having someone live very close who acts
in such a hateful way. Sounds like she's living in hell anyway. How else could someone be so full of
ill will toward other creatures.
And having someone yell at her like that in her home certainly sounds like hell to me even if she deserves it, as it seems she does.
Remember the scene in Ghost where the
murderer dies on the street and dark
forces come to claim him? That image is what I try to hold in my mind when I'm tempted to hate the
crazy bitch who spits at us on the street, lies and threatens to sue us. She's in crazy/hell land and the
awful stuff she does will follow
her like dog doo doo on her shoes.
Some days this makes me smile, I admit.
I'll never be able to LIKE her but can
manage, most days, with heavy Metta practice, to NOT hate her. This is the best I can do for now.
Someone once said that holding bad thoughts for another is like taking poison and then waiting for the other person to die.
I really do hope this doesn't come
off reading like I'm some snotty, holier than thou,
do-gooder patronizing you. I've been dealing with the hate issue
since this particular person became a part of my environment.
I respect you. Your work is important
to the creative community. You need to live a long and powerful life. I say this for selfish as well as altruistic reasons. Hate cripples us and takes our reality hostage.
You take good care. Your influence makes life richer for lots of us out here.
I will have to think of a way you can rescue these cats AND annoy the neighbor to death. I am seething.
Just found you but I think you are way cool. I used to have a neighbor who would yell at squirrels if they set foot in her yard. My kids were little then, and she would yell at them for touching her roses on her fence. Well, she was a German, so what can you say? I know I still dream about her. Love your quote about "taking poison and waiting for the other person to die." I love cats too. Please take care of yourself.
I love that I'm not the only one with a hard black husk of a heart.
Well, if you've got a black little heart mine must be a pebble of coal. I just don't understand your neighbor at all. I have a friend who has a small lake property that's been in her family forever (not uncommon in MN) and her neighbor there has taken it into her mind to make my friend's life miserable (with no provocation) by hiring a pre-teen to play loud music and make other disturbances on the property line. SHEESH. Some of the things have been very dangerous. What are people thinking? Why? I'm sure this woman also poisoned my friend's dog based on not so veiled threats and then how the dog actually died.
I wish your neighbors would have a big blow up and all get hauled away permanently and a sweet old lady would move in next door! Someone who liked to talk to cats.
Life's too short!
Hang in there Ricë!
I think you're forgetting something -- you're sitting there with some of your voo doo dolls aren't you? Need I say more?
thanks, y'all. thanks for the wise words, patty--you're right, of course. i know hating these people is bad for me. it's just that knowing they do this casts a cloud over the world. early this morning was fabulous--i felt great, ideas zipping, full of energy. after seeing the cat in the trap, it was like the day was completely grayed over, knowing what would surely happen to him and that These People live and breathe right next door to me.
the voodoo dolls--good idea. the ones that i had all around the house and yard have all falled apart, the hair fallen out--did i tell y'all that we discovered why? the squirrels were chewing off the arms and legs and taking away the stuffing. and proably the hair, too. good nesting material, i guess. obviously time to make some more--thanks!
"hard black husk of a heart"--i love that!
I'm a little disturbed by this "Well she was a German so what can you say". Gee pot here's the kettle!
What a miserable excuse for a human being she is.
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