This is NOT our neighbor’s job site but…
Love thy neighbour.
Well, maybe. Our neighbor, if you can call him that, is a developer who came into our quiet, lovely street and started building a huge, illegal “private house” that we are convinced is going to be four apartments within it walls.
BUT…anthros are innocent until proven guilty. Well, this dude is guity for sure of building his garage taller than his plan, which makes it livable, and consequently, his house is also taller which makes it illegal in our small ville, but since no one would do anything at la mairie (the mayor’s office), voilá, the house rises.
And rises and rises.
Our lovely neighbor across the street has watched it all from her window, but thank heaven, he has not blocked her view as he did HER neighbor’s. I have watched all of this from the garden and it’s a crying shame that he could not be stopped.
Today his scaffolding men arrived and parked in our driveway, blocking us from going in or out with the car, and papa asked nicely if they would please move elsewhere (they were IN our driveway after all) and they moved. Blocking the whole driveway instead!
Mama and papa have good neighbors and love their quartier and I think it’s just bad manners and being a fairly crude dude that make this guy so disagreeable. He’d better not try to pet me or anything. My friend in Sonoma sent me a video of Jedi Kitties and that’s ME, right down to my toes.
Normally, of course, I am a pacifeline and don’t make waves, but when someone is mean to my papa, he had better watch his back.
And front, for that matter. Kitties can do some damage when they see something that looks like a mouse…haha.
More tomorrow on the latest developments. My gentile and well-brung-up (I know, that’s not correct but I like the sound of it) papa is over there talking calmly and courteously with this cretino (that’s Italian for…well…dumb s…t) and we’ll see what happens. Can he soothe the savage beast?
Well, if anyone can, it’s my papa.
But I’m sharpening my claws on my favorite doormat all the same….
Hey, you know, “Don’t mess with Texas?” Hah–Don’t mess with Tuxedo Cats…
