When Mr. and I moved in, our neighbors to the right of us had just moved in as well. Both Mr. and neighbor boy are flyboys, and so me both figured we would end up being great friends. Yeah, that NEVER happened. A few days after moving in, we get a knock on the door and it's neighbor flyboy asking if we want to come over to his party. We declined, since we had been unpacking household goods all day long, and just wanted to relax together. Perhaps we should have accepted his offer, because the entire evening was spent listening to drunk people yell, hoot, holler, scream, cry and one unbelievably LOUD drunken phone call from him to his wife on his patio... The next morning our cars had beer bottles, plastic cups, ping pong balls and cigarettes on them. We asked them to clean up the mess, and they ignored us. I spoke with our housing agency and they ignored them. CRAP.
Fast forward to a few months later. Mr. Top Gun is back from his deployment, and I have begun to feed the stray cats. The other neighbors on our street, as well as the landlord who has his office in part of our 'garage' have also jumped on board. The cats are happy, and we feel good about helping out stray animals. Well, the other day I went outside to feed the cats their lunch, and I noticed some blood and a little bit of vomit on the concrete. I brushed it off thinking that perhaps the cats had gotten into some trash, or a little fight. It is mating season, and the Tomcats can be heard howling and fighting at all hours of the night around here. Does that bother me? Honestly, I could care less. There isn't a darn thing anyone can do to stop these cats from making noise, so just get the hell over it!
Sunday morning, Mr. and I were headed out to run some errands, and in usual fashion, I went out to place the food in the bowl for my cats. As I bent over (in a very pregnant fashion, mind you,) I couldn't help but feel these eyes literally burning a hole into my head... Those eyes happened to be the eyes of our not so friendly neighbor and his ahole friend from across the street. I immediately went inside to inform Mr. and he ran out to investigate. As we jumped into the car, I KNEW something was going to happen as soon as we pulled away from the house. Gut feeling. Horrible, nauseating feeling. I didn't realize that Mr. knew something was up as well, because he decided to take a lap around the block to see if we could catch them on our property. As SOON as we pulled around the corner, they ran over to the house. Mother F-ers!!! I don't think I have ever seen Mr. drive so fast to get around that corner, because by the time we pulled back into our driveway? We caught the neighbor RED HANDED!!
He had literally just poured this foamy liquid on top of the food, and ran back over to his car, pretending to work on it. I jumped out of the car, ran towards him and muttered a not so nice word, then proceeded to throw the poisoned food all over him. Mr. gave him a very stern talking to, and all the guy could do was shake and apologize... Wuss. We all duked it out for a good 45 minutes, so I'll spare those details for now. The bottom line? We both told him we weren't going to stop feeding the cats. There is no law in Japan prohibiting this, and under the Military laws which apply off base either. I told him he could feel free to knock on the other neighbors doors and tell them he has been poisoning the food they have been putting out, or I will do it for him. So, I told them. Now the neighbors around us know all about the cat killer. I even told the girls at the nail salon, because they have an adorable cat that they take care of. They are telling people they know. Take that, ahole!
Here's the caveat to the entire story... Most of our friends assumed the neighbor was a Japanese person who simply didn't want the cats around. Japanese may have different views on animals, but they aren't THAT cruel! Most of them put out food and water for the cats. The kicker is... The 'neighbor' is an Officer. He flys. He is married. We know who his Commanding Officer is, and if we find him doing this again, we are taking pictures and I will go have a nice chat with the Colonel. The other neighbor is not an Officer, but he is NASTY. He is a coward, and has stayed in his house and will make a point to NOT walk towards Mr. or myself if we see him outside. I know he is fearful that he can get into deeper trouble than his friend can, because Mr. Top Gun is a Captain. Regardless of people's ranks, NOBODY needs to be purposely trying to kill animals. My cats have since returned and are happy to have food back again. I, however, have stepped up my vigilance in watching these idiots. This is NOT happening again.
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