My nosy neighbors!

[inthesticks]

Grrr...I rent two cabins next to my home. One cabin is a single woman, around 67 years old, with a "please kick me" rat of a dog. The other tenants/neighbor is a man/wife combo with a squat, fat, overly-pampered, "look! I'm hawk bait" dog of their own. Well...up until three months ago, I was petless. I had intentions of getting a kitty cat. So I did. A house cat. A sweet, slightly-crazed spayed, female housecat which I named Patches.

Well, the cat stays inside at all times, except on the occasion I allow her to venture outside for a few minutes in the middle of the night when everyone else around me is asleep. The horrid little dogs are inside dogs as well, and are not out running around. So, it's just the cat and the other nightime denizens of the property. Fine.

Last week, I've been hearing rumors that the man/wife combo are grumbling about me getting a cat. I paid high-dollar for my calico cat, and I wanted a calico cat...and nothing else. The wife was griping about how much I paid for that cat, and that I could have had any old street cat instead of the one I have. Nosey old witch! Then she complained about my cat's meowing all the time. Well, since my cat is always indoors, and since our homes are separated by a nice yard, and since Patches does not mewl and meow all the time...I don't understand where the old hag gets off running down my cat. She certainly could not hear any mewling going on. Oh, and she and hubby groaned about Patches' litterbox dumpings...I suppose they must have smelled cat shit or pee or something. I bag the stuff up before placing it into the dumpster...it's not like I'm emptying the litterbox directly into the dumpster, or spreading the stuff across their yard. They'd best stop the whining and moaning, for it won't do them any good. If they have a problem, they should come to me directly...and not flap their lips to the other tenant (which ends up telling me what was said. :crazytongue:

The man/wife combo is just upset that I enacted a new dumpster rule. This rule states that there shall be no dumping of raw meat or fish guts into the dumpster at anytime. Raw, rancid meats should be disposed of elsewhere (like in the woods behind the house...where some varmint will eventually dispose of it). Likewise, fish guts should be buried or tossed into the woods as well. Have anyone ever smelled rotting meat or fish guts when they have been warmed up in the dumpster under a 96 degree sunny day? AACK! The smell will knock you over! OMG...makes me a bit sick to my stomach just imagining the awful rotting smell. So, I think that man/wife combo got their panties in a wad over that new dumpster rule, while they had to endure the smell of cat shit.

What's a person to do? I have the upper hand, fortunately. I can evict them if they don't like it, so they'd best not push me on the issue. Nosey people.

 

[tharedhead]

Carey, we were so happy when our one tenant house burned down that we did a happy dance! Even though Mom had just re-tiled the bathroom the day before...being a landlord can be awful. Calicos do have a different temperament, so if that is what suits you that is what suits you. I have a fondness for solid orange males, because they are so laid back.
Enjoy your new kittie, and I am sorry you are getting grief from the tenants.

 

[completelyme]

I loved the way you worded everything :laughing:

The wife was griping about how much I paid for that cat, and that I could have had any old street cat instead of the one I have. Nosey old witch!

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I don't understand where the old hag gets off running down my cat.

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I can evict them if they don't like it, so they'd best not push me on the issue. Nosey people.

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I will never understand why people feel they have a right to be nosey simply because they can. Get a life, get a job, get a hobby, but get the %$#@ out of my business.

 

[tharedhead]

I will never understand why people feel they have a right to be nosey simply because they can. Get a life, get a job, get a hobby, but get the %$#@ out of my business.

But your business is so interesting! Its like stalking a celeb or a rock star! :lurk: Uh, I'll shut up now

 

[completelyme]

Ya think? LOL

It must be my charming personality :laughing:

 

[inthesticks]

I loved the way you worded everything :laughing:

The wife was griping about how much I paid for that cat, and that I could have had any old street cat instead of the one I have. Nosey old witch!

:laughing:

I don't understand where the old hag gets off running down my cat.

:laughing:

I can evict them if they don't like it, so they'd best not push me on the issue. Nosey people.

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I will never understand why people feel they have a right to be nosey simply because they can. Get a life, get a job, get a hobby, but get the %$#@ out of my business.

I give my tenants a little Christmas gift or two during the holiday season. Well, these same nosey, inconsiderate, mooches regifted the presents I provided to them (they actually told me so! :cussing: ). Well...that was certainly a learning experience for me. It will be a cold day in Hell before they get anything other than a card from me this Christmas and from now on. If they get that. :cussing:

The wife is borderline crazier than hell, and the hubby is a titty baby mooch. They both are examples of how white trash live. She receives an inheritance check each month from her dead daddy. Hubby used to work construction, but he kept injuring himself to the point where he decided he would quit all together. He became ill, had heart bypass surgery, and was told by a slew of doctors to stop smoking, begin eating healthy, and to excercise. He does none of these things today. Everytime I see him, he has a cancer stick hanging out of his mouth. They spend their money on going out to eat most of the time or grilling on the outside bbq grill...mainly because the wife refuses to use the cook stove in their house. And titty baby goes right along with it.

The wife recently was given medicare, to go along with the inheritance check she receives each month (I don't understand how that worked out since she has over $1000/month coming in). Now titty baby, the husband, is trying to get disability, due to the bypass surgery he had back in December. Yet he has a couple of part-time, cash-only jobs mowing properties around the neighborhood. This guy is a real peach. He is in his early 50s, is a mooch, has a schedule which leaves him little time to work (awake at 6am-ish, christian radio program, breakfast, and maybe work for two hours if he has the time. Then lunch, followed by a nap, followed by a couple more hours of work if he feels like it. Operates the ole grill around 5pm-ish...if they don't decide to bring home fast food...and is in the house for good by 6pm when his tv programs come on. He is in bed by 7:30, listening to another radio program). Geez... :sleepy:

 

[completelyme]

You have me LMAO with the christian radio programs. They talk about others like dogs, they're highly judgemental and nosy, had the audacity to tell you they regifted your gifts, and are possibly trying to cheat the system yet they listen to christian radio programs. Priceless. People like this have too much idle time on their hands and their efforts should be spent on getting a job and/or doing something productive. It absolutely amazes me at the number of people who claim to be christian yet act like trash.

I hope their rental lease is up soon and they move for your sake.

 

[inthesticks]

You have me LMAO with the christian radio programs. They talk about others like dogs, they're highly judgemental and nosy, had the audacity to tell you they regifted your gifts, and are possibly trying to cheat the system yet they listen to christian radio programs. Priceless. People like this have too much idle time on their hands and their efforts should be spent on getting a job and/or doing something productive. It absolutely amazes me at the number of people who claim to be christian yet act like trash.

I hope their rental lease is up soon and they move for your sake.

Yes...perhaps they will move. I don't require a long-term lease, simply a month-to-month lease. So, it would be easy for them to provide the required 30-day notice and hit the road. Yes, these devout "christians" think they are so pious, yet the wife curses like a sailor, is vindictive and judgemental like you mentioned, are trying to cheat the system (and doing a good job of it thus far), etc. Two weeks ago, titty baby told me he wanted to take wife out to a nice restaurant (someplace with lobster), and asked if I knew of places close by. Well, I provided a couple of names of local restaurants in Conway that have lobster on the menu, but with a pricetag of about $28 per person for lobster. I also mentioned that these restaurants have a $5 membership fee to even step foot in the place, since liquor is also served. That stopped them both from going, since they are now christians and they cannot eat in a nice place which serves alcohol... :laughing: So, they splurged on some sort of fast-food instead. Geez...I can just about hear that conversation over the dinner table, "...oh wife, happy anniversay! We've been together for 10 years now, and I love you. Here are your KFC Hot Wings. Where are my fries?" :laughing:

Luckily, they won't ever have kids together. That's a relief...at least they won't be watering down the gene pool.

 

[tharedhead]

Did you remind them that they had wine at the Last Supper? :error:
I can have that argument in my sleep. Click transubstantiation, select from the alcohol drop down menu...
My Dh is having to help with Catholic Mass now (the good old fashioned Latin mass) and when they are through the priest has to drink what is left of the sacramental wine. Well, the priest is pushing 80, most of the congregation is about 110 so the last few times they did mass they had so much left over the priest was singing while he tried to get his vestments off....thank goodness the dear old fellow was not driving. :sleepy:

 

[inthesticks]

Did you remind them that they had wine at the Last Supper? :error:
I can have that argument in my sleep. Click transubstantiation, select from the alcohol drop down menu...
My Dh is having to help with Catholic Mass now (the good old fashioned Latin mass) and when they are through the priest has to drink what is left of the sacramental wine. Well, the priest is pushing 80, most of the congregation is about 110 so the last few times they did mass they had so much left over the priest was singing while he tried to get his vestments off....thank goodness the dear old fellow was not driving. :sleepy:

Well, bless his heart. At least he gets a bit of enjoyment out of life, at his age. Every time I think of Catholic priests, the song "Eleanor Rigby" floats through my mind...as I imagine all priests to be similar to the one in the song.

 

[completelyme]

Well, the priest is pushing 80, most of the congregation is about 110 so the last few times they did mass they had so much left over the priest was singing while he tried to get his vestments off....thank goodness the dear old fellow was not driving. :laughing:

:laughing: I loved that story!