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By: My cat-shit crazy neighbor | PassiveAggressiveNotes.com

My cat-shit crazy neighbor | PassiveAggressiveNotes.com — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 00:02:38 +0000

[...] Got that, kitty? [...]

By: April

April — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 01:38:09 +0000

My husband once left the most awesome passive aggressive note to someone over this type of stuff! He got some pic of George W Bush flipping the bird with a pissed off look on his face then typed under it “Thanks for letting your giant dog take a giant shit in our yard.”

He did this after the dog was running loose which is a big no no in our city and came into our yard and took a huge steaming stinky crap. Then my husband followed the dog back to their house and he was going to talk to her about it and she slammed the door in his face when she saw him coming. Then he knocked on the door for several minutes and she would not answer it.

So he made this note and taped it on her door. The funny part was her little boy might have seen it before she did. Good enough. Sure enough after that she never let her dogs run loose again! I about vomited cleaning up the dog poop. It was so nasty! I have twins and not once did their poop ever make me almost vomit like that dog’s did. So gross. I also called animal control on the bitch because not only did her dogs poop in our yard, they have also growled at us. Not cool.

By: 1948goa

1948goa — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 14:50:03 +0000

Thanks forest rose, Ferd & The Elf for the compassion.
The vet came to my home and, sooner than I could realize it, he had already given a jab to Tiger to send her “to sleep”. As we were waiting for Tiger to be totally asleep, I asked the vet how things were going with his family……. one of his girls got a very bad rare pediatric (!!!!!) tumor a few months ago : she is 33 and just married. Arent’ these the really aggressive things that turn your life upside down ?
I dug a grave for my Tiger under a beautiful rhododendron in my garden and I wished her “che la terra ti sia leggera” (my the earth be light upon you) and then I buried her. She is now resting in peace & next spring she will be a beautiful violet rhododendron flower an I already miss her pee and poo on my bed.
Uccia

By: MdmeLibrarian

MdmeLibrarian — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 22:38:09 +0000

I suspect note-writer #2 has a peeping tom who is either trying to look through the pet-flap on her door, or who is snooping around her house and making dog noises in an attempt to disguise what they’re doing.

By: FeRD

FeRD — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 12:10:45 +0000

If that’s “extreme” filth, then you’re never getting invited anywhere I live.

By: Donna Martin Graduates!

Donna Martin Graduates! — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 05:51:27 +0000

^ ye gods, still?!

By: Jen

Jen — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:30:56 +0000

Did anyone else notice the extreme filth on Tomio’s door? Ew!

By: Wendy

Wendy — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:04:07 +0000

If you give a cat candy for sh!tting in your bed, you deserve to have cat sh!t in your bed.

By: Woman on the Verge

Woman on the Verge — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 20:53:45 +0000

Is Tomio a lawyer? No wonder the cat shit in his bed.

By: Rubber Chicken

Rubber Chicken — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:57:39 +0000

Cats can read. They just choose to ignore PANs.

By: FeRD

FeRD — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:31:35 +0000

You sure it wasn’t “Howdy ho”? Perhaps it was the poo that was talking.

(You sure do smell an awful lot like flowers!)

By: Tiffany

Tiffany — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:31:08 +0000

Love the dog note!

By: mamason

mamason — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:31:05 +0000

17? Isn’t that what euthanasia is for? That would stop the pooing and peeing in the bed.

By: FeRD

FeRD — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:29:49 +0000

@Uccia: I’m sorry, as well, about your cat. I think Elf’s advice is spot on. It’s never easy to lose a beloved pet, but when they’re no longer living comfortably sometimes it’s the best thing.

You absolutely shouldn’t have a “guilty conscience”, as we say. (Your English is excellent, BTW, you have no reason to be concerned about that!)

Friends of mine recently lost a cat they’d had practically since his birth — also 17 years old, and very overweight. He’d been getting sick and requiring more and more trips to the vet, and clearly wasn’t living comfortably. When persistent gum & tooth problems robbed him of his one great love, eating, they finally decided it was more compassionate to spare him any more pain and have him “put down”. They called a vet who was willing to come to their apartment, so they could say goodbye without the trauma of bringing him to the vet once more, and he was at least relatively comfortable at the end.

They said it was one of the hardest decisions they’ve ever made — but the only thing harder would have been letting him continue to suffer the way he was.