rattled is an understatement

quite some time ago, i posted about my neighbors' new cat. i heard it yowling and thought it was a stray i might be able to get to a shelter. well. i was wrong about the cat then, and for a while now, i've been wrong again.

the cat i saw in their window was teeny tiny. so little i thought it had just been weened. wrong-o. this cat was old enough [and female enough] to go into heat about two weeks later.

and, to stay in heat from then until now. every night she starts up her yowling, and i've gotten pretty good at ignoring her. so has charlotte, who used to go nuts trying to find the mystery cat. so has festus who seemed frightened by the noise at first. i figured, soon, these idiots will get tired of the noise and take their cat to be spayed.

wrong-o.

why is it pissing me off in the early morning hours? why now, tonight, when i've put up with it for months without complaint?

i woke up from the first sound sleep i've had since january absolutely terrified out of my mind. i grabbed my cell phone and the extra pole from my closet and crept to the living room where, to judge from the banging thuds on my door and window, someone was attempting to break in.

what do i see out my window? a scrawny, flea-bitten cat who runs off when i flip on the light. what was this cat doing out there? trying to fight *my* two cats through the window and door. why was this cat doing this?

apparently, my neighbors' little whore of a cat finally got the attention of suiter and this aforementioned john decided my cats were rivals for her hand.

it'll be funny by about noon tomorrow. today. whatever. right now, all i know is that i'm too shaken to sleep and that if i see my neighbors anytime soon i'll be letting them know that their cat, and her company, is bothersome.

i mean what the fuck is that? i about called 911, thinking i was minutes from being brutally beaten, raped, robbed, murdered, you name it. good lord.

and good night.