So I get a call from the guy fixing up/buyer? of the property. Nope. Move my stuff or he is cutting it up. I leave work, go there, get out of the car, and bam, in my face, two black guys screaming at me. These kind of people, you cannot talk to. THEN, after no reasoning whatsoever, the wife of one of the guys comes up, gets in my face, SCREAMING. She then called the police, I called the police, waiting waiting waiting - I felt like we were in a boxing ring - she in one corner, me in the other. The police pull up, listen to her side of the story first, I patiently waited on the side, tears streaming down my face earlier, but trying to keep my composure to speak rationally to the officer when its my turn. Of course she was sweet as pie to the officer. She was a raging ______ /lunatic to me.
Bottom line, no more on their property, until I can get the NET officer, Garth Mitchell, to open the garage for me to get the rest of the homemade shelters that were boarded up inside there this past winter, where neck wound kitty has survived in, due to opening the boards slightly to allow these cats safe haven, especially in light of the harsh winter we had.
The people there today were the nastiest, no, not the nastiest - I overheard them saying "I hate cats, I'm allergic to them, etc."
My heart is broken for these cats. I know that the orange cat will find its way somewhere, but the black cat is lost, innocent, and will be very confused. I don't know what I should do. HELP.
This is the only pathetic little spot in this world that this cat asked for to survive. And its now been taken away from him. This kind of mentality makes me sick.