Diplomacy. What a concept...

I do declare, if it ain't one gol-damned thing, it's another.

The very night (last night) that it was confirmed that we do have (or will have) the grand to take to Jersey, Eric comes back from that meeting (with the lender of said grand/the boss) with even MORE "news".

I could tell by the look on his face that he had somthing he had to say, but would rather not....

It's the cats.
Again.

Seems there've been "complaints" about "my" cats going under other "homes" here and peeing and whatnot.
SO, a certain dorkus-maximus around here takes it upon himself to get a trap from a buddy of his who works for the township and has been trapping cats.

He's caught two.
Was made to let 'em both go BECAUSE THEY'RE MINE!!
(dipshit)

And...
I had no knowledge of any of this til last night.

*mini-steam-fest for a minute*

I did.
I got a tad "annoyed" at first.
Then, I thought about it.

I really don't need two tons of cats.
I can't afford two tons of cats.

I have my "kids" and the rest are all just pissin' pains in my ass that I feed.

Sooo...
After I got over my "how DARE you TRAP cats" hissy fit, I gave it some thought and this morning asked God to help me out with a good solution.

He did.

The neighbor who was said to have complained came into the restaurant today and since I wasn't waitressing, I had a chance to talk to him about it.

I ran by the first time and said "Hi" and that if he had time before he left, I needed to ask him something, then I got busy for a while and he was eating his breakfast.
When I was next not busy and he was done, I stopped by again and asked him if my cats were being a pain in his ass in any way. (In the most non-confrontational way I've ever asked anybody anything, ever, mind you...)
I told him what I'd been told, about cats under his house peeing and traps and whatnot and he told me it wasn't just my cats, that he's seen the other two neighbors cats under there too and he was really nice about it.

I apologized profusely for it and told him I'd stop by when I got home to see what I could do to help the situation. I told him I've got "skirting" material I can use to close off the underneath and I'd talk to him about it more, here, at home tonight.

I just did.
Or, rather... we did.
Eric went with me.
In fact, he's still over there, standing in the front yard, bullshittin' with the guy.

The upshot of the cats thing is that he's not all that upset to begin with and now that he knows I'm giving cats away left and right, have plans to spay/neuter a few others and even got the farm vet to euthanize two very, very ill ones today AND that Eric and I are absolutely willing to work on his HOUSE to combat the problem for him... there really isn't one, now.

He said he's gonna tell dorkus-maximus to take the trap back.

I also told d-m that, if he's got this "township" buddy who'll take cats (for free, as opposed to charging me a "donation" to drop 'em off), I have two candidates in mind for that.
The two most pissing Toms I have.
They'd be Spider and Tony.

Not like they ain't been told, squirted with water, screamed at and had shit thrown at them for their pissy behavior, but they don't care, so I can't really either, now can I?
No.

For now, I'm making sure the cats who are not to be removed are wearing flea collars.
Just to be safe.

But, I think this storm has been quelled.
Thank God.
And...
I do.
Again.

Oh, and about "hostessing"... it's okay, but Gawd, I'd rather waitress. I couldn't do that full time... ew.
Besides... the tips, man.

Which, by the way, I managed to make 6.25 in tips today ON THE DOOR.
And, no, I wasn't extorting people for good tables.
*lol*

I was dealing with take-out orders and two people actually tipped me for it.
A nice old guy and a Navy guy from Willow Grove.
He was such a sweetheart, that one was.

Dressed in white, super shined black shoes, close cropped blonde hair, sweet, open face...
He comes in, asks for a menu and a phone.
Now that's different.
People don't usually want a phone, too...

That must be why, when I handed him the menu and told him where to find the phone, I added that if for some reason that phone wouldn't work, to let me know, my cell is right under the counter.

He studied the menu for a bit, went to the phone and was back in second.

"Uuh... could I use your cell? I don't have any change", he says.

"Absolutely"....

Got him my phone, he called the office and read them the menu, got their orders and I took care of the rest for him.
I was right there when he was paying and he told the cashier to add five on the credit card, she looked puzzled. (Told ya people never tip for take out...)
He pointed at me and said "It's for her. She was very helpful.", and smiled at me.

I told him thank you twice.
First it was, "Awww, thank you..."
Then, I said it again.
"Really. Thank YOU. For everything..."

He knew what I meant, too.
*grin*

Anyhoo... it's 9:30 and I gotta wash some whites.
Need the real uniform tomorrow.

Peace, y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 09:47 PM

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