She called me back and related that the sheriff's office had come to take the dog away, and that the cats could get in and out of the trailer through a hole (?), and that the patient had left $20 with a neighbor to buy food for and feed the cats. So, we met out there on Friday, and I thought I had seen it all where I go each day in the hood feeding cats. After finally finding this man's trailer - which by the way, the sister had mentioned to the social worker that his trailer and property was worse than any hoarding situation you see on television - we got out and I began to call for the cats. I saw three very pretty fluffy kitties hanging around, only one being friendly enough to come up to me, timidly. I saw no food or water around, although it was also mentioned that there was a stream behind the trailer that the cats drank from. I then began to knock on some pretty scary looking trailers, in hopes that I could find the neighbor that was going to care for these cats - not one was answering, and even if they weren't home, I doubted they would answer the door to me anyway. Here we were pulling up to this obviously low income little town of its own in a shiny red cadillac, and knocking on doors. To say this man's property was a mess would be an understatement. And the smell that was eminating from the trailer was a bit overwhelming in the 90 degree heat we had on Friday. I placed some bowls down under a table on his property, filled with water and food, and off we went in search of the property manager's office that we saw a sign for as we entered the park. After speaking with Kathy, the manager, who promised to call me after speaking with the man's neighbor's - she told me they would talk to her, but most likely not to me, and she would let me know.
OK, I have to end here, because I am playing in a hospital golf tournament today, so stay tuned to part two of this story, tomorrow. Have a great day!
"The secret to happiness is to put the burden of proof on unhappiness."