Something totally not so cool has happened. And I worried about it all night while I tried to sleep. It’s a long story, but I’ll get into it anyway.
Nearly three weeks ago (a week before I headed east, and two before Toby had) our neighbors, Bob and Cass wen overseas for a long vacation. We were asked to watch their cat, Bruno, until the 23 of September. At that point, a friend of theirs, Bahma, was coming down from Portland to take over and stay there for a few weeks. We agreed told them we’d be heading out of town right around the time their friend would be in, so it’d work out well.
Last thursday, I got a phone call from Toby saying that he hadn’t heard from Bahma yet and that their was still no activity in their apartment. I told him to get the number off of the kitchen table and I would call overseas to find out what we should do. I figured, worse case scenario, we’d have to ask Cathy (our beloved cat-watcher) to take over their house as well. Friday morning, Toby stopped by and then headed off to work. He said he’d get the number later that evening. Perfect.
Later that evening, the door was locked. At this point I was relieved thinking that Bahma had shown up and all was well. What I didn’t know at that point was that it was the bottom lock that had been locked and NOT the top, dead bolt.
So days go by. I tried to call them a few times at their home number thinking that Bahma might pick up. That did not happen. I begin to think that maybe Jim (the owner, who lives there as well from time to time when he’s not living it up in his second home, Hawaii) may have gone in for some reason, totally unannounced, and locked the door. This would mean that Bruno hadn’t been fed in days.
I ask Cathy to call me from our place the following day (she’d already stopped by that day) and give me his numbers both in San Francisco and in Hawaii. She did so. We called last night.
Here is the part where my tummy turns. Jim, again, TOTALLY uninvited and unannounced, LET HIMSELF into their apartment last Friday and LOCKED the bottom lock, a lock we don’t even have a key to. And I’m not sure that they do, either.
This means that Bahma, had she shown up at all, may not have been able to get in. This also means that Jim, the owner, is sort of an asshole. He has done this to us before, which was a pain in the ass only because we never invited him into our home and I do believe that this is illegal. This time, however, he may be responsible for killing an animal. And I’m livid.
I can only hope that Bruno has been able to drink from the toilet and somehow get to her food (which is on the floor near her food bowl.)
What an awful situation. We’ll find out today if all is well by involving the Rental Management Company. :[
I love cats. This totally sucks. It makes me feel ill.