I have come up with the ultimate solution to the annoyances that are our neighbors. Let me introduce:With this little setup in place, I think we can officially say that I have crossed over into the realm of crotchety neighbor lady, sometimes referred to by her partner as Gladys Kravitz or Miss Pruett.
To the west we have a house full of oversexed, overdrugged, spoiled rotten, clueless, Beemer driving underachievers referred to as the Asses Next Door. We are in the midst of the second full year of loud parties, comings and goings accompanied by car alarms, door slamming, and the occasional running over of the recycle bins all around 3am on weeknights.
And in the eastern corner we have the somewhat kooky cat lady. She is a "rescuer" of felines and canines alike although the rescuing should be for all of us in the neighborhood. Rescued from her endless supply of cats that roam the neighborhood terrorizing the bird feeders and shitting in the flower beds that apparently seem like great big litter boxes. Rescued from her dogs that stand at the back door and bark incessantly either to come in, or what I thought I heard the other day, "help me."