What Are The Expectations Of A Neighbor
Meowllo everypawdy da week is half over. Me how time flies. Readin’ through da comments and such me realized me’s not been real clear ‘bout who exactly mr. W is to mommy and me. We furget dat a lot of ya’ didn’t know us a couple years ago when we started out on Facebook, and so sometimes we need to take a minute to re-explain some things. Especially considerin’ what’s goin’ on now. What’s goin’ on now you ask? Well let me tell ya’.
As ya’ know mr. W had wanted mommy to take him his fone and she had agreed but only ifin she was usin’ his car. So after mommy’s doctor’s appointment Monday and durin’ da storms, she decided to take his fone over to him. Somethin’ she started regrettin’ furst thing yesfurday meownin’ when our fone started ringin’ non stop with mr. W barkin’ orders on our answerin’ machine. Mommy furbade me to answer da fone, and well, since me doesn’t really like mr. W me was happy to oblige.
As you also know, with all these storms and just me to help her, mommy’s getting’ ‘round really slow these days. So mommy had planned to call mr. W back after she got ‘round a bit. So there me was, peacefully eatin’ me’s brekky, and mommy was havin’ some coffee when all of a sudden one of da neighbors came up da walk. Now mind you she’s on a walker, and it purrobably took her 30 minutes to get to our apartment from hers, but there she was. Mommy went to da door and da neighbor said, “mr. W told me to come and tell you to…”. Da dot, dot, dots doesn’t matter cuz mommy stopped her and told her thank you and dat she would talk to mr. W herself. Me could see da steam comin’ outta mommy’s ears. We already had 11 messages from mr. W tellin’ her to do everythin’ this poor neighbor lady had been sent down to tell mommy to do. And just 2 days earlier mommy had gotten on to him fur orderin’ her around and here he was doin’ it again. And worse, he was wranglin’ others into doin’ it too.
So, mommy came back over and sat down and told me to finish me’s brekky and she picked up da fone and quietly dialed da nummer. When mr. W picked up on da other end, mommy calmly but assertively said, “You need to Quit bossin’ me around!!! I’m NOT your girlfriend, I’m NOT your wife, I’m NOT your daughter, I’m NOT your mother, I AM your Neighbor. I’m the one you sucker into takin’ care of Buddy because you know I won’t let an animal suffer. But, and that’s a big BUT, I’m NOT your personal servant. I’m a human being with a life of my own and problems of my own and I deserve some respect.
I am having to go up to your apartment to take care of Buddy several times a day, while still taking care of my own, and all the other things I have goin’ on as well. If you had wheelchair repair people comin’ out today, they shoulda been who you were callin’ first thing this morning and not me. I can’t see the front of your apartment from mine or your parking lot and I’m not gonna go sit in your filthy apartment and wait on somebody that may or may not show up. And it isn’t my job to do your laundry. I can tell you exactly where your kids are. They’re not answering their phones because you wanna talk to them the way you talk to me, and that’s not acceptable.” And then mommy got quiet. She says mr. W said, he had to go cuz they were there fur his bath, so they hung up. No apawlogy, or nothin’. It’s been peaceful since then, cuz when mommy tells mr. W he has to be nice and ask and say purrlease and thank you, he always gets mad and we don’t hear from him fur a few days till he realizes nopawdy else is gonna take his calls or help him out. Sometimes mommy be too nice me thinks.
Now, fur those of ya dat think mommy was harsh, let me splain a bit more. Mr. W is our neighbor. There’s no way he will ever be anythin’ more. And ifin mommy was fallin’ off a cliff, he wouldn’t lend her a hand lessen he thought he might benefit from it somehow. Ifin he makes an offer to help mommy out, it’s cuz he wants mommy to do somethin’ fur him. So as nice as mommy is, she doesn’t feel da least bit bad ‘bout makin’ mr. W mad by tellin’ him to treat her with some respect. And fur those of ya’ confused ‘bout who mr. W is, we hope this clears dat up fur ya’. He’s just one of our 22 neighbors.
Da question also arose askin’ ifin Buddy could come and stay with us while mr. W was away. Da answer is no. Buddy isn’t a very furiendly kitty and he’s always been an only kitty. He’s also not so very nice to mommy. He tries to swat her at least twice every time she goes up there. Fur most of Buddy’s life his exposure to mommy has been fur claw clippin’ and medicatin’; 2 things he hates. So he kinda treats mommy da same way he does da VET. And of course we are still lookin’ fur me a new sisfur and helper. So there’s no way Buddy can come and stay with us.
Me’s gonna wrap it up fur now, mommy needs to go and feed Buddy. Don’t furget to enter me’s give away here.
How do you feel about being ordered around by others?
Would you have said anything mommy didn’t say?
Would you expect your neighbor to take care of your pets and household as well as bringing you things to the hospital every day for free.
Till da next time…………………………Be Blest!!!