Batter Up
The Cat is back. She is under house arrest. She was found blocks from here, up by the synagogue. Now, I am a very ecumenical sort of person by nature. I do not have any issues with her wanting to be Jewish. I would not have any problem feeding her gefilte fish. But the whole hanging out up by the synagogue for 3 days and making me worry thing I am NOT down with at all. Thus, she will stay inside for a bit. She does not like it and that makes me sad but she clearly isn't confining her jaunts to approved areas.
The new fridge arrives today. I. Can't. Wait.
When I'm not celebrating my cat and new fridge I'm going to be making a ruckus at City Hall. There have been 2 break-ins and 1 attempted one just down the street this week. The one yesterday involved a teenage kid being tied up and stuffed in a trunk while the punks ransacked his family home. A neighbor on the scene asked one of the cops if this meant we could get an increased police presence until they catch the perps. The response was, "No, we only have 4 patrol cars for the area".
Really? Hey, it's call "reallocating resources". If you know an area is being targeted for crime, wouldn't it make sense to rethink the current patrol routes and frakking do something about it? We live in a relatively safe and certainly very stable neighborhood. People have lived here for generations. People know each other and look out for each other. We do all the things you're supposed to do to help keep your neighborhood safe. But right now there are two skanky punks who are busting into homes and helping their sorry asses to other peoples' hard earned stuff. That's not right. To be told that the taxpaying citizens of this neighborhood can't be afforded additional police protection is even less right. What the hell are we supposed to do? Quit our jobs, patrol our own 'hood with baseball bats and make our own justice? I don't really like that thought but it's pretty much the way all of us are feeling right about now.
So I'm going to be ruckusing. First City Hall, then my state representatives and then I think I'm placing a call to a reporter I know from a local TV station. And also, you know, practising my baseball swing.
The new fridge arrives today. I. Can't. Wait.
When I'm not celebrating my cat and new fridge I'm going to be making a ruckus at City Hall. There have been 2 break-ins and 1 attempted one just down the street this week. The one yesterday involved a teenage kid being tied up and stuffed in a trunk while the punks ransacked his family home. A neighbor on the scene asked one of the cops if this meant we could get an increased police presence until they catch the perps. The response was, "No, we only have 4 patrol cars for the area".
Really? Hey, it's call "reallocating resources". If you know an area is being targeted for crime, wouldn't it make sense to rethink the current patrol routes and frakking do something about it? We live in a relatively safe and certainly very stable neighborhood. People have lived here for generations. People know each other and look out for each other. We do all the things you're supposed to do to help keep your neighborhood safe. But right now there are two skanky punks who are busting into homes and helping their sorry asses to other peoples' hard earned stuff. That's not right. To be told that the taxpaying citizens of this neighborhood can't be afforded additional police protection is even less right. What the hell are we supposed to do? Quit our jobs, patrol our own 'hood with baseball bats and make our own justice? I don't really like that thought but it's pretty much the way all of us are feeling right about now.
So I'm going to be ruckusing. First City Hall, then my state representatives and then I think I'm placing a call to a reporter I know from a local TV station. And also, you know, practising my baseball swing.
Labels: bad things, good things, The Cat
cobbled together by Moi at 6:55 AM
11 Comments:
I used to be able to do the Donald Duck part of the M-i-c-k-ey song..really well.
Batter Up bay-bee!
yeah for the cat!
we get our new washer tomorrow, i can feel your excitement!
I worry you are stifling The Cat's spirituality...
Glad he's back. Still jealous over the fridge, though.
For some reason that old song: the Cat Came Back keeps running through my head.
Numerous breakins during the timeframe while The Cat was missing?
She was probably casing the synagogue.
WAIT A DARN SECOND. How do you know she was at the synagogue?
Did Pilate snitch?
hehehe I love that song Willym.
"...and the town's meat tasted furry for a week..."
Try using gefilte fish for your baseballs to practice with. That should keep the perps away.
The collar bone is one of the easiest to break,and renders the arms useless.
Then you can take your time working on the ribs,and kneecaps...just sayin'.
YAY! for the cat!..or is it Katz?
You GO girl!! :)
And I'm sooo glad to hear the cat is back. :)
Oh, no, that's awful. They tied him up??!?! How horrible! Is he ok?
How did you get on with the Mayor?
Hurray that The Cat has returned! Mine are always under house arrest because I live on a busy corner...and because even if I lived in a quieter neighborhood, there's no guarantee they'd STAY in the neighborhood.
And the recent spate of break-ins is dreadful, and I sincerely hope the agencies of law enforcement get their act together soon. But keep the bat handy. Aluminum or wood?
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