Stupid neighbors should be kicked and yelled at.

So, Sunday the neighbors called animal control on me. Apparently my cat, a normal, standard, regular sized housecat, ...well, apparently he ate a moose and drank a gallon of milk.

I get a knock on my door and its the neighbors daughter. Hindu lady. I live in Yuba City and the concentration of (PC correct term here) East Indians is very very very very high. Usually they all mind their own business and don't interfere and don't care what you do, within reason. But this one seems to think that my cat is a nine hundred foot monster. It puked in their driveway, they say. It threw up all over their driveway and it did it last week too and I need to get rid of it because its really gross and they don't want to have to clean it up anymore. This is all being translated through the daughter because the old lady is SCREECHING at me in her language at about thirty seven billion miles per hour.

I go outside to look at the driveway to see what the cat yak consisted of. I was worried about my cat. Maybe he was sick and needed to go to the vet. Maybe he ate something he shouldn't have. Maybe I should check on him. Maybe I should kick my neighbors.

Apparently, my cat projectile vomited from the middle of the street and made a mess the size of a Buick in their driveway. You can clearly see where said cat vomit landed near the driveway expansion joint, splashed forward and rolled backwards, to the far side of the sidewalk. Hmmm. Maybe I should get that checked out.

Idiots.

Then, yesterday, I got screamed at by them again. Yesterday was the day that the city comes and picks up your trash. So my trash cans were on the curb, where they belong. The city dump truck driver picked up the cans, placed them BACK on the curb where they were, and drove off. I apparently failed in my duty as an American because I didn't immediately scuttle my little ass out to the street and drag them back inside. I had planned on doing it on my way to work, in an hour, like I have always done.

The old lady ran into it with her car. It's a big street. Even with a car parked on both sides of the street (which there wasn't),two cars can drive on it. I've seen 'em do it! And yet...apparently...its MY fault that she ran into a giant gray trashcan that was sitting there minding its own little stinky business, off of the street, in front of my house, for one hour. Damnitt. That sucks.

Now, every time i'm outside or coming or going the whole damned family stands in the front yard with their arms crossed and glares at me. Won't say a word, but they sure do stare at me whenever I'm outside.

Animal control never showed, even though they were called. I believe they called the PD on my for the trash can incident as well.