Stouffers
Banned
I live in a relatively small neighborhood: 11 houses, 1 road. Diagonal from our house lives a woman, her four daughters and her grandchild born to one of her teenage daughters.
About a year ago, the husband left the hot grandmother to pursue something younger. She decided to fill the void by obtaining a cat for her youngest daughter.
She hates animals so it immediately became an outdoor cat. No vaccinations. Not fixed. Over the last year, it’s lived off the kindness of us less attractive neighbors. I haven’t fed it, but I provided materials away from the house for it to keep warm during the middle of winter.
The last couple of months, my septic lines have really settled so I had a large portion of my backyard sanded. A lot of sand. The best sand. Very expensive.
Since the sanding, I’ve witnessed the cat shitting in it multiple times. Lately, it’s been increasing. Besides messing up the sand for the grass to grow back, the kids also play in the backyard and I don’t need them having to worry about getting it on them.
I wrote a neighborhood-wide email and asked what I should do about the cat? Yes, it was meant to shame her a bit, but others have already tried to take it to a non-kill shelter and she’s threatened to call the cops on them.
The Hotma emailed directly and said it wasn’t her responsibility because cats are wild animals and you can’t control where a cat shits. “It’s natural.”
I emailed back asking her if it’d be ok to buy an alligator and let it loose in the neighborhood. “It’s ok, because alligators are natural and we can’t control who they drag into the retaining pond.” I then tried to tap into her maternal side by saying “as a grandmother, you should understand my concern for my small children.”
Apparently that was her button. I learned she REALLY doesn’t like being referred to as “grandmother” and wrote a multi-paragraph response on how classless I am for using the term, for emailing the whole neighborhood, etc. It ended with her saying she’ll get rid of it, but her youngest child’s heartbreak will be on me.
I chose to leave it alone. The next day, she wrote an email saying she had changed her mind, the cat is staying and I should sprinkle coffee grounds all over my backyard to ward it off.
TLDR: Hot grandma, cat shit, alligators, Narcism.
About a year ago, the husband left the hot grandmother to pursue something younger. She decided to fill the void by obtaining a cat for her youngest daughter.
She hates animals so it immediately became an outdoor cat. No vaccinations. Not fixed. Over the last year, it’s lived off the kindness of us less attractive neighbors. I haven’t fed it, but I provided materials away from the house for it to keep warm during the middle of winter.
The last couple of months, my septic lines have really settled so I had a large portion of my backyard sanded. A lot of sand. The best sand. Very expensive.
Since the sanding, I’ve witnessed the cat shitting in it multiple times. Lately, it’s been increasing. Besides messing up the sand for the grass to grow back, the kids also play in the backyard and I don’t need them having to worry about getting it on them.
I wrote a neighborhood-wide email and asked what I should do about the cat? Yes, it was meant to shame her a bit, but others have already tried to take it to a non-kill shelter and she’s threatened to call the cops on them.
The Hotma emailed directly and said it wasn’t her responsibility because cats are wild animals and you can’t control where a cat shits. “It’s natural.”
I emailed back asking her if it’d be ok to buy an alligator and let it loose in the neighborhood. “It’s ok, because alligators are natural and we can’t control who they drag into the retaining pond.” I then tried to tap into her maternal side by saying “as a grandmother, you should understand my concern for my small children.”
Apparently that was her button. I learned she REALLY doesn’t like being referred to as “grandmother” and wrote a multi-paragraph response on how classless I am for using the term, for emailing the whole neighborhood, etc. It ended with her saying she’ll get rid of it, but her youngest child’s heartbreak will be on me.
I chose to leave it alone. The next day, she wrote an email saying she had changed her mind, the cat is staying and I should sprinkle coffee grounds all over my backyard to ward it off.
TLDR: Hot grandma, cat shit, alligators, Narcism.