Let Down Day

 I'm tired and feeling the effects of the last week, despite sleeping a lot.

The only race I really watched, intensely, believe it or not, was the mayor race for our small city.  Why?  Because the cat hater was running for Mayor.  Infamous for his last February attempt to team up with a newcomer to town who wanted to kill all outside allowed cats, demand license fees for every cat and also require a cat to be on a leash even in your yard and on your own property.

The license fees would be used for the kill program.

Then a city councilor the guy jumped all over this and was to hold a public meeting on it in early March.  Which, thankfully, Covid stopped in its tracks.  I was never so relieved. I hate those public circuses that are filled with people yelling and venting and misinformation. They're useless.   

But he ran for mayor and he won.  And now I feel a terrible fear.  I can't afford to license all my cats every year.  That's expensive and requires a vet visit too.   And its not right to pay fees that are used to kill other cats.  I don't know that he will renew his efforts to do this or not.   But I'm already having sleepless nights over it.   So I don't know how to proceed.

I'll talk to my brother about it.  He owns the house.  I'm sure it would sell fast.  Every house goes up for sale, bad condition or good, goes in days.   The problem would be finding somewhere else to live.  

My income won't even rent a place if I used it all for rent and lived without power or water.  Or food, for that matter.  Not the way rents have skyrocketed.

I don't know how fast these things can happen, if he does try to push that through, but he won't be mayor til next year, so I will have months, at the least.

I can't help but worry over it.  I'm not going to play the Sophie's Choice game with my dear cats.   I'll be long gone from Albany, with them somehow, before that could happen.

I will escape.