10/02/2024
I have been a long distance PA, for a guy(friend) in Canada. He refuses to use the internet, and I use it for him. I research things for him, I find things he has an interest in, and I keep personal things up to date, and remind him of this and that.
Last year was the hardest to work with him. He had a stroke - BUT he had cats. His cats were left alone while he was in hospital. So, I rushed up to get help for his cats. I was shocked, sad and horrified at what I found - his place, valued at more than 1/2 a million. Was hoarded. It was vile and disgusting. He had turned the water off, sometime before - so no water in the house. His cats had been living in squalor and filth. There was not even a clear space large enough for a cat to sit, without filth and garbage under them.
In his mind, his house needed to be dusted and the laundry needed doing. Any how, local governments stepped in - to protect and safe guard his cats, and until the house was cleaned and brought up to code, no one could live there.
From a year ago last May until the end of January this year - I emailed or text daily with a young girl I hired to go into the house. As the water had turned off - I had to get water delivered, cat litter delivered, and food and treats. Every month, sometimes twice a month. While I was there, I cleared a a 12 foot by foot area just inside the doors into the house, and I cleared half of his entry way. That was 4 feet by 10 or 12 feet - and the crap was four feet high or more. The area inside the front door, was about three feet high.
He must have had a box or two, for every single day of at least the last five years, of empty frozen meals - stacked 4 feet high on his kitchen counters, and crushed boxes under foot on the floor. In his living room, there once had been an area you could walk thru, that was about 12 feet long, 3 or 4 feet wide, and this he had dumped dirty cat litter in, and it was at least three feet high, and in some places higher and wider. It made my skin crawl. He chose to live that way! The condition of his bathrooms - was so unreal - damn, abandoned doss houses were probably cleaner. Remember - he had the water turned off!! Any how.
I have continued to remind of this and that. BUT he had gone back to be infrequent in communication. Up until his stroke, he had been sleeping 20 or more hours a day, every day. I'd have to remind him to feed the cats, to get cat food, to do the most simple of things.
Any how, he always had my pay in to my bank by the 23rd. Well, the 23rd came and went. Yesterday my rent was due. If it is not paid today, tomorrow I will get an eviction notice with a 7 day vacate notice.
I know no one here. I have no family here. So, I Have no place to go. BUT my primary concern, is the safety and care of my cats. I need to get them safely away. I don't really care about me - I just need to know they are safe.
The cats have actually kept me alive. I have had such ghastly health since coming here. If it weren't for the cats needing a regualr routine, needing attention, and care - I may have just chucked it all in, and gone to bed. I was devastated about my heart, I was shocked and dumbfounded about my MDS cancer diagnosis. I started to creep toward that edge of depression. I was terrified, I'd fall in/ BUT, knowing the cate needed me - I kicked my own ass, and got on with it.
I know it is a fantasy, that pouf out of nowhere, some help will come. So today it is panic, and frantic to get safety and shelter for my cats.
Hello: My name is Jeanne. I am a 70 year old woman, who has a … Jeanne B Peterson needs your support for Support a compassionate heart and her cat family
