|waiting out the rain|
Bottom line: He hasn't been next door around Crazy Woman.
Yesterday morning I went to check on a plant I put outside (dying Poinsettia from Christmas) and noticed a ceramic saucer on the front stoop. I hadn't talked with Ed about it and thought perhaps someone had given him some food he didn't like and he put it outside for something else to eat....HIGHLY unlikely, but weirder things have happened. This morning I wanted to mention it to him and looked out the window. That's when I saw the plate had been replaced by a matching bowl...and that matching bowl was filled with cat food.
Yes. Crazy woman's need to feed is so strong that even when she knows he's inside MY HOUSE, comfortable, dry and with food...she walks TO MY FRONT DOOR and deposits cat food on my porch.
|White bowl of cat food. I am standing IN my front door|
I think these people have serious problems understanding boundaries. Physical and otherwise. Years ago we had a battle royale with Daddy over the property line. He was convinced he owned all the property between our houses. His side yard. Didn't matter that most of what he thought he owned was between the street/mailbox and our front door. Can anyone explain to me how someone can think land 40 feet past someone's mailbox is their property? I actually had to get the plot map out and show him where his property was...then asked him to move the junk cars off my side of the property.
Yep, these people definitely don't understand boundaries.
|chilling in the garage during the rain|