Why is it always the people who are the least likely to take proper care of their pets always the people who have whole herds of them - running at large through any given neighborhood?

It is always those folks who seem to never be at home - whatever the reason - or those couples who are possessed of an almost unnatural and unlimited fecundity and otherwise tirelessly prolific, seem also compelled by some unfathomable prime directive to populate the neighborhood not only with their own progeny but also those of their erstwhile animal wards....

And when one of the nearly feral swarm goes missing, it is nearly immediately replaced by not one - oh, no - but two or three substitutes....

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by Anonymous on Apr 14, 2006 at 12:42 PM

As I sit here, composing this message, I have seen five mangy stray cats pass the window. They were creeping around in the neighbor's yard, back and forth, leaping up onto his car, up and down over and across the windsheild, leaving their little kitty prints all over the glass. He could not care less. The weeds are about 6-10 inches long and still growing all over his completely untended yard, the saplings of various species of trees growing into adulthood randomly throughout. In places they are pushing my fence over, but the time, effort and expense of taking him to task for that affront doesn't seem worth the effort required, at least not yet. Maybe never. If I have learned something from this time spent in an upper ring of hell it is that you have to carefully pick your battles.

Anyway, he doesn't try to keep cats, but had some kind of mongrel yellow dog chained up largely out of sight among the untended vegetation. I suppose he found someone else to take the animal - I don't hear its lonely yelping and howling any more - for all I know (or care) he ate the filthy beast.

The children around here are worse than their quadrupedal counterparts. At least the cats and random dogs aren't intentionally and consciously destructive. I used to humanely trap the cats and hand them over to the animal services people, but it quickly became a full time job. As noted, the missing animals were almost instantly replaced with duplicates. I can't trap the children, and I am already hated and feared in this neighborhood enough without the addition of getting Social Services prowling around in this neo-barrio, and concerned that each time I leave the premises some spite-filled two legged animal will try some new vandalism in my absence.

I only go through the absolute minimum of maintainance of my own property anymore. There isn't any point. Hopefully, I can sell the place before the entropy completely takes over in the neighborhood and the prop. values completely tank. That will leave me with just enough $ to go shopping in a grotesquely inflated housing market with what is essentially pocket change. Will I first run out of gas during the search or succeed only in moving from the frying pan into the fire?

That is a rhetorical question, and besides, I think I already know the answer.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Apr 15, 2006 at 12:00 AM

Welcome to the human race.

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