UN-BE-F*CKING-LIEVABLE!

So, we're sat at home yesterday.  I'm in bed, just getting myself ready to shift my ass and go downstairs.  My wife wasn't feeling very well and was sat on the bed with my sister.  

The door bell rang and my wife, Sam, went down to answer it.  We could hear male voice but not what he was saying.  We didn't think anything of it.  A few moments later Sam came up the stairs really upset.  After giving her a moment, she said that it was the RSPCA again!  Apparently the mad old bitches had been making further complaints about out cats being neglected.  They said that the cats are left outside without anyway of getting in the house and with the weather getting colder they were in danger.  Hmmm, would be true, apart from the cat flap we had installed in the back door which they are happily using.  Also, they complained that Sam went away for whole days and obviously they were going hungry.  Yes, Sam does have to go away for whole days, due to work meetings in Manchester, Birmingham and London etc, but she feeds them in the morning making sure they have got plenty.  If Sam is away that means her mum is going to pick up the kids.  Her mum has two cats of her own, so she makes sure ours are well looked after.  She will drop in after picking the kids up or dropping them off and load up the feeding bowls. 

If you look at our cats, you can see they are well fed (maybe too well fed, Pete is a monster cat!).

So, the RSPCA man returned in a few minutes.  Was shown the cats and could see they were fine.  Showed him the cat flap and he was very apologetic and embarrassed but said if they got a call they had to respond to it.  He said he would make sure we weren't bothered again by them.

My sister was totally riled.  It was great!  She shot round to mad cat woman across the street and spent a good ten minutes banging on the door but she wouldn't answer.  She came back and tried next door but no answer.  She asked us if the harasser from next door was likely to be in.  We said yes, so she went back and just held down the door bell, so it was ringing constantly and hammered on the door with the other hand.

Eventually when she realised this wasn't going to stop, the old bag came out.  My sister Chris said that this was not due to us, but was that she is pissed off that she is harassing us.  Old bag tried to interrupt and was cut down.  The conversation went a little something like this:

SIS:  My brother, who as you know is not well right now and my sister-in-law are going through some tough times.  I want you to stop harassing and upsetting them

BAG: But the cats...

SIS:  Cats?  Maybe you should start thinking a bit more about people!

BAG: Sam goes away for the whole day sometimes and the cats are neglected...

SIS:  So, you're spying on her and coming up with a story without the facts?  What sort of person are you?

BAG: You don't have to be like that

SIS: Yes, I do!  With people like you.  I hope this never happens again, otherwise I'll be back and you'll have a problem with me!  And tell your busy-body friend across the road, the same applies to her!

She then came back.  I loved it!  Not sure if it will do any good or if we'll have the police round next, questioning us for verbal assault or some such rubbish.  I do know we are not in the neighbourhood busy-bodies good books though!