There are many compelling reasons for us to move from the neighborhood we currently inhabit. It really isn't enough room for a farm and the neighbors are crazy nosey, but the cat was the straw that broke the goamel's back. My Monkey is in kitty hospital with a blocked urinary tract. The doc says it's his weight. He's really fat. He's not really fat from the 2/3 c./day of diet food I feed him. He's not the only one either. All of my cats are fat, and all of my cats get the same ration. They're clearly eating elsewhere. I knew my neighbor was putting out cat food several times a day and asked her to stop. She claims that my cats aren't eating it, yeah right! Worse yet, I dropped by a couple of days ago and found out where the dog is getting all these hunks of old meat. This nutter is burying her leftovers in her back yard. The problem is she buries them in a hole no deeper than one of my birds makes taking a dustbath, not exactly dog/cat proof. I'm going to talk to her again, but I'm sure she'll just play dumb and do whatever she feels like doing. The animals have limited access to the great outdoors until we can move the hell out of this craziness. They are not happy and neither am I.