Gone

 The neighbors are gone.   

Yesterday they were again scrambling.   Both were exhausted.  J was back over from her place to help with cleaning the house.  E was trying to get the Uhaul car haul trailer hooked up.  Their helpers were burning trash in the fire pit in the backyard.

I gave them kitty litter for the oil spot in the garage.  I ran my hose across the driveway for them to use my water to wash something, since theirs is shut off.

I had to return the carrier Fat Boy was contained in, to the lady who loaned it to his feeder.  Fat Boy, now named Little Guy, is doing great in his new home.   He's come out of his shell and is quite tame, she reports.   

I took one bag of dry and some stray cans of wet food to a lady at the trailer park.  My nonprofit is now supplying almost $100 in cat food to that park every three weeks.  It is not sustainable but I don't know what to do.

Part of the reason--one feeder lady my age was buying cat food, until her medicaid was yanked, due to Trump's changes.  She had cost sharing medicaid, that paid her monthly medicare premiums.  So now she $200 is being taken from her SS check for medicare.  She lives in a camp trailer. The site rent there is over $800 a month.  That isn't much compared to renting an apartment, but when you are low income, it is a lot.   Seniors are losing a lot through Trump policies.  But also through democrats who are trying to raise gas taxes here in Oregon, which is so dumb, at a time when everything is being yanked from the poor and gas prices are sky high due to Trumps wars.  I'm fed up with both parties.

Yesterday I also had someone from a different trailer park wanting me to come solve the cat problem there (over 30 cats).  I left a message stating I am about to take a break, but they can do it themselves easy enough and gave the website for the FCCO.   Why wait, I wonder, till everyone is pregnant or there are kittens, to get that many cats fixed?   People know exactly what will happen in spring and still they sit on their hands.  Then when the worst does happen, they want someone else to come clean up the mess and suffering they've created.

I can't handle another trailer park.  

When I got back home yesterday evening from chores, I saw E, pulled to the curb on 30th st., a block away with the RV, car he was pulling and his helper parked behind the towed car.  I don't know if something broke down or they were just saying their goodbyes.   The house was empty, closed up.   A freezer (that I know smells of mold) sits on sidewalk, free sign on it.  A mattress was leaned against the closed garage.

Off he goes, headed to Georgia.  Good luck in your travels.

They left a rolling desk chair on my front walkway.   It's a nice chair.  My cats already love it.

I went out later when I smelled smoke.  The fire pit in their backyard was smoldering, sporting open flames.   I drug a couple big buckets of water through the gate to the back and put the fire out.