About a month ago (on the Canada Day long weekend) it seemed as though there were people moving into the old house next to us (and when I say old, I mean OLD). There has been a steady string of questionable people in and out of that house over the past 3 years, but I liked the look of this couple. They appeared to have a few small children, and I thought it would be perfect to have kids next door for our little one to play with.
But after that day, I have not seen a single soul there. There are some children's toys in the back yard, a BBQ, and through the back window you can see furniture stacked up. The last people who rented this house used it only for storage (again, it is old) so we have come to think that maybe this is what the young couple is doing.
However, over the course of the past month we have been hearing a cat crying. A pitiful meowing that would last for a while and then stop. We could never really figure out where it was coming from, and quite frankly I did not think much of it. Until just this past weekend, when Blair and I were both outside and realized that the meowing was coming from the screen door at the back of the neighbors house.
So I went running back home for some food and water to give the poor thing, and together Blair and I decided to open the screen door so that the cat could come out. (Thinking of course that the cat must belong to someone in town and somehow got trapped in there when the couple were moving their things in. After all, who leaves a poor kitty all alone in a house for a month?)
Anyways, we left to go somewhere, thinking that the cat would make it's way back home. It was obviously not a stray by the way that it behaved around us. It was DYING for attention.
When we got home, we wanted to check and see if the cat had eaten any of the food we left. But what do you know?! There is a CAR at the house. After 10 minutes the car leaves (and has not been back for 6 days. I know this because I am at home all day).
And you know what? The cat is back inside the house! The screen door is closed. And the cat continues to cry at the screen door whenever it hears or sees us in the back yard.
I cannot stand it. It makes me want to cry seeing this poor little cat meowing at us from in there! So finally after me begging him to call, and his mom telling him that it is the right thing to do, my hubby called the owner of the house yesterday evening to let him know about said cat.
I really hope something happens here. Because it is making me so upset knowing that the cat has been in that house for weeks, without fresh food and water (sure, they might leave some out) or attention. I want to go there and take that kitty and make it my own. Blair is even agreeable- he has a soft spot for cats too and no one likes to see animals suffer.
I swear, if something doesn't happen soon I am going in there and stealing that cat. I have a hard time believing that anyone who could leave their pet like that would mind.