Scary

The woman who finally showed up to see Longtom is nuts. She did not show up last night, then wanted to come really early this morning. I had explained I was leaving early, to take kittens to Wilsonville.

She calls again, after I get back and says she didn't get out of Portland until late morning and now wants to stop by, on the way back home to Eugene. I said "ok".

I already knew a lot about her. She's a radical Adventist, according to my brother. As many readers know, I was raised an Adventist. It was an Adventist father who could not keep his hands off me and it was Adventists who beat me nearly to death on their psyche ward, back just before Christmas in 98 then dumped me out, like so much trash, up in Portland, without shoes, coat or transportation, into a 12 degree snow and ice storm. I suffer the consequences of that beating every day, in pain.

For awhile, I sent Portland Adventist a letter every year near Christmas, to remind them of what they did to me, without apology whatsoever. I start the letter off with a copy of their mission statement, from their own website. I gave that up a couple years back, believing it better to forget. They remain unapologetic for their criminal actions. I was unable to get justice by any other means. I had hoped at least for an official public apology. So I have little respect for those who run Portland Adventist and would rather die than ever be taken there, for any reason.

I try to keep an open mind, however, and although I am skeptical of religious fanatics of all religions, I know there are good people in every religion.

She arrived and hugged Longtom and I thought 'this looks good for an adoption'. However, she had not brought a carrier. When she claimed she would come last night, I had told her to bring a carrier.

She told me she would return home to Eugene with him on her lap and I said "no". This isn't safe and Longtom is former semi-feral. I finally offered to loan her a carrier and everything still seemed ok.

Then she asked if he likes dogs because the neighbor dog would come over to play with him. I said, "Oh, is he going to go outside?" It was a simple innocent question, one I ask every adopter.

The extreme and forceful nature of her reply was frightening. She yelled that what she did with a kitten was none of my business and she wouldn't listen to someone trying to tell her what to do with her kitten. This violent verbal reaction to a simple question was unbelievable.

I reached for Longtom and said I didn't believe it was a good match. She said "Why, because I won't do exactly what you say with him?"

I said, "No, because I asked a simple question and you responded violently, and I'm not comfortable in your presence and I'd like you to leave. You're scaring me."

She clutched Longtom and refused to leave and said, with an evil conniving half grin, like she'd done this before "I can report you and cause you all kinds of trouble. I can do that, you know." I said, "I bet you can. I am asking you politely to leave my home."

She then stated she had tried to adopt a kitten three times from me, and I refused all three times and she not only intends to report me, but she will spread the story far and wide, just as it happened. I said "You didn't even show up last night, if you're counting that as one time. I don't doubt at all that you will spread the story far and wide and that there will not be a single iota of truth to what you will spread far and wide." I again asked her to leave, stating it is a free country and I don't have to adopt to anyone I don't want to adopt to.

I was frightened of her. She is a scary person. I never saw it coming either. She finally left when I said my brother knows people who know her, and that he knew she was coming by. I believe this statement saved me from further verbal abuse, threats and maybe even worse.

Later she called to apologize and I accepted and I am still scared of her because I think the apology was related to me saying my brother knows people who know her and he does.

What is wrong with people? I am still shaking from this unexpected encounter.