Here's an interesting note from "Wendy" whatever she calls herself
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EelKat Wendy C. Allen > ‎Maine State Bar Association
My motorhome has been destroyed by police vandalism and our cats taken. They have put criminal charges on me and I don't know why. I didn't do what they are saying I did. I have Autism, I don't understand all the paperwork the police gave me and I don't know what to do about the court. I need someone to help me with this. I have court dates and I need a lawyer, but I don't know how to find one. Please help me get my cats back. I have a Selective Mutism and can't use a phone to call you. All my contact info and all the case details are in this post.
Can you please read it and help me to get a lawyer?
Thank you. EelKat Wendy C. Allen
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Please, can you help me. Some people have been spreading nasty rumors and lies about me and now the police have taken my cats based on those false accusations. I don't know who else to go to. You've helped me with these cats before, please can you help me again. I love my cats so much. They've been gone 2 days and I miss them terribly. I don't know where they took them or what they did with them. No one is telling me anything. Please can you help me.
Here's what happened:
There are some feral cats, that have been living in my yard for well over a decade, I've been feeding them and taking care of them.
As I was able to catch them, I took them to the Kennebunk Animal Shelter to have them fixed, had all their shots and stuff, and then brought them back. They've lived in my backyard for their whole lives.
Some of them are almost tame and let people pick them up, others are very skittish and a couple don't like anyone near them, but all of them come for me and I can pick them up.
Because they are nearly impossible to get into a cage or carrier, they've not have vet check up since the time they were fixed. (3 males are not yet fixed.)
Well, I have a motorhome, and because it got really cold this winter, I caught them all and put them in the motorhome so they could be warm and out of the snow. The winter was terrible this year and we had over 5 feet of snow in our yard. And most of January and February was below zero. They would not have survived outside, so I put them in the motorhome to keep them safe.
Well, now that it's warmed up again, I had started leaving the door open and they come out during the day and go back in at night. I lock the door at night and when I'm gone to do errands, because there are coyotes in the woods behind us and I don't want the cats to get hurt.
Well on April 8th a neighbor saw me put the cats in the motorhome before leaving to go to the store, and he called the police and said I was abusing them by keeping them locked up in there.
I didn't know about the complaint until 2 days later, when once again I put the cats inside so they'd be safe while I was gone to go pick up my mother. She had some errands to do and her car isn't running and asked me to pick her up.
Well, I come home a few hours later and find police cars all over the place, in the driveway, up the street, across the road. I think there were 7 of them, And they had torn the back door and wall off of the motorhome and, had these long poles with hooks on then, dragging my cats around and putting them in cages!
They are charging me with abuse and neglect. They say the "camper" was "abandoned on an abandoned lot" and that the cats were starving to death and eating each other because no one was taking care of them.
And they had some bones and was saying it was dead cat skeleton! Last week was Easter! I made the cats a turkey and a ham and bought them some rotisserie chickens from the deli. That's what the bones were. They were still there because they had not finished eating the meat off them yet.
They say that the cat boxes hadn't been change. Well, yeah, I had left about 2 hours before, so they had had time to do some pooping before I got back.
These charges are absolutely ridiculous! I've been taken care of these cats like they were my children. I really want to get these cats back. I love these cats, I've been taking care of them for 14 years now.
I'm very upset that they took them, and that they completely destroyed my motorhome, they completely stipped the inside, slashed up EVERYTHING ripped up my bedding and tossed it out into the mud, they tore the back right off of it and I don't have any place to live now. That was my house.
They are all healthy cats (they might have worms, though, they are feral cats and feral cats usually have worms) and well taken care of I don't understand why they are putting abuse charges. I'm very upset about these accusations. I've taken care of these cats for 14 years.
They say I was abusing them because they were in the motorhome. I brought them in so they wouldn't freeze to death. You know how cold this winter was. How is that abuse? I was trying to protect them so they wouldn't get hurt.
Please is there anything you can do to help us get them back?
There are 10 of them, from oldest to youngest:
#1: Georgie: age 14 male, grey tabby (nearly deaf)
#2: Emily: age 14 female, grey tabby (very overweight)
#3: Mittens: age 14 male gray/write maine coon
#4: Bela Lugosi: age 13 female Black Bombay (HUGE cat 20lb-ish)
#5: Dog: age about 8/9 UNFIXED male tuxedo (not tame/skittish)
#6: Fizzgig: age unknown about 7/8/9 female rusty main coon
#7: Kewpie: age 5 female rusty main coon
#8: Pippi (was born with "Munchkinism" she's really tiny, only about 2lbs, I had her taken to a vet years ago to see why she wasn't growing and they told me this was a rare form of Dwarfism in cats and there was nothing wrong other then she was just a miniature cat - they said most age rapidly and only live about 3 years - she's past that) age 5 female, grey tabby
#9: Blackie: (Blackie was a patient at Cats on Call, when he was a kitten. When I first found him, someone had stabbed him in the eye, he had to have surgery for it, she said he was lucky to live because it could have hit his brain; he was only about 3 or 4 weeks old at the time) age 4 UNFIXED male Black Bombay
#10: Sprout: age 4 UNFIXED male tuxedo
I'm not sure what I have to do to get them back. I wanted to get the 3 unfixed males fixed, but, all 3 of them are not very tame and hard to get in a carrier that's why it had not been done yet.
If it's a matter of getting them their shots and meds and stuff, I'm willing to do that.
They've been getting all their CapStar flea pills every 3 months, that's why they never have fleas.
And I mix food grade diatomaceous earth into their canned food once a month for worms, though I'm not sure how well that works. I think a couple of them might have worms, because sometimes they have runny poop, but that could be from the dairy. I know sometimes some of them have runs after eating dairy products.
I don't understand why they took them or why they smashed up my motorhome, nor do I know where I'm gonna live now, I'm still trying to figure that out - it's totally unlivable now, they tore all the fixtures and couch and stuff out. It's horrible what they did. My dad is letting me stay with him for now, and I asked the landlord and he said we could have the cats in his building, so there's no problem moving them indoors if that's what they are wanting me to do. I don't mind staying with my dad. He has plenty of room, he's got a big 3rd floor apartment. There's no reason me and the feral cats can't all move in with him. (His landlord is an animal guy, he won't take a renter unless they have animals. Everyone in the building has dogs and or cats - one woman has 3 dogs.)
I love these cats and I've never hurt them. I don't understand how they are saying that I have abused or neglected these cats.
We've been 2 days without them now and I miss them terribly and my brother misses them to, he was helping me with them and they come for him as well.
They've broken up our family by taking the cats away. We really want them back and willing to do whatever it takes it get them back, I just don't what they want us to do, I'm still confused as to why they even took them.
Could you please contact the animal control officer and see if there is anything you can do to help us with this? He is Will Watson of Old Orchard Beach Police Department 934-4911
The complaint (which the police gave me a copy of) was made by the two public works men who were removing garbage from my dad's lot next door. Parts of their complaint was the fact that the cats were, as they falsely ASSUMED, locked inside and not allowed out at all. (Never assume for it makes an *** out of U and ME). They told the police that the cats were left inside all the time and only had food and water brought in to them once a day and thus were "abandoned" and without proper care.
The fact of the matter is, they jumped to a false conclusion about what they thought they saw.
Yes, on that day, I did, as they described, feed and water the cats and then lock the door. And there was a reason, which had they known, what the reason was, they could easily have understood why this had occurred.
Let me tell you how the cats came to be with me in the first place. I had been feeding the cats every since their mother (who died many years ago) first showed up with the first batch of kittens 14 years ago. I tried for many years to catch the old mother cat to get her fixed, so she would stop having kittens, but she was like a wild tiger and I was never able to get close to her and attacked violently. I was however able to one at a time, eventual capture each of the kittens, take them to be fixed, then returned them too her. Thus how all the cats came to be fixed. The old mother cat was hit by a car 4 or 5 years ago, and no new kittens have shown up since her death.
At that time there were more then 40 cats and kittens, most of which I was unable to catch or tame. The Cleo Fund from Portland, came in and captured the cats, taken about 30 cats with them and I kept the ones which had been living in the tent with me. (I did not buy the motorhome until 2012). The Cleo Fund had them all fixed and the released them on the docks in Portland where they are now cared for by the fishermen who feed them the fish cleaning scraps.
Here is how the cats I have today, came to live in the tent with me in February 2007.
On October 18, 2006, someone build a grease fryer bomb, broke into our house, put it in the kitchen on the stove and then left. We were asleep through the break in and did not know it had occurred. The bomb went off at 1AM. George, Emily, Mittens, and Bela were living in the house with me at the time. They (and my dog Buddy - a Cocker Spaniel whom I had for 16 years) were rescued by the fire men, shortly after they rescued me and then went back in for the pets. Everyone people and animals survived, though, both me and my dad sustained serious, crippling injuries.
After the bomb took out our house, I was living in a tent, at the location, where the Public Works trucks were working this past week. I lived there for several years, and the OOB police were aware of this and it is how we came to know Will Watson as he frequently stopped by to check in on us, often stating his concern for my safety, while living in a tent during the winter, but also seeing that it was lined with blankets and furs and stayed about 40F inside even while it was below zero outside. Will watson was thus well acquainted with the cats in question, or at least, knew of them and knew they were will taken care of.
When I first built the tarp tent, I had originally used a blue tarp. Will watson was the one who came and said the town had an ordinance against blue tarps, but not brown tarps and suggested I build it out of a brown tarp instead.
There have been MANY complaints about the cats over the years and in each case Will Watson has come and checked everything out and there has never been any issues. He once stated that the cats were better taken care of then most people are. Will Watson knows how much I love these cats and knows they are treated not as pets but as family members. This is why what has happened baffles me so much, because this man knows how well these cats have been cared for all this time.
Here's how I finally was able to capture the cats: Winter of 2006/2007 was exactly the same as winter 2014/2015. In end of January beginning of February there were 3 blizzards back to back, followed by a deep freeze, which broke the state record and plummeted to -48F, with the wind chill factor in OOB bringing it down to -75F
While the tent has stayed warm enough, before the deep freeze, it was not warm enough during the deep freeze. At that time Maine had exactly 2 homeless shelter, one in Portland that only accepted drunks and drug addicts in rehab and one in Sanford that only accepted unwed teen mothers. There was no place for me to go.
The night of the -48F record breaker, I went to Radley's market to use to pay phone, and called EVERY SINGLE relative, friend, church member I knew and asked: "Could I PLEASE stay the night inside." I was so cold. I called 72 people. 72 people. They all said no. Every one of them. I was alone, sleeping under a tent, with the wind chill factor at -75F, terrified I was going to freeze to death. I stayed up all night, praying "Please send someone who loves me." I woke up the next morning with the feral cats, tucked inside the sleeping bag with me. They've never left my side since.
God gave me those cats and evil men took them away. I never would have survived being homeless all those years, without those cats. They were the only friends I had. People who used to be my friends haven't spoken to me since I became homeless. It's funny how much people change like that.
I did not let the cats out of the motorhome WHILE THE PUBLIC WORKS CREW WAS THERE, precisely BECAUSE the public works crew was there with dump trucks and large tractor equipment. The tent I had previously been living in was set up on the other lot, precisely where the public works trucks were driving in and out.
The cats, upon exiting the motorhome, first thing they do is run straight for where the tent used to sit, and play a game of chase/tag with each other running back and forth between the motorhome and the tent (about 200 feet away), stopping to chase each other up and down trees along the way.
Had I let the cats out while the public works crew was there, they would have run right into the path of the dump truck and tractor equipment, which would have run over them and killed them. The cats would have gotten in the men's way, and/or gotten injured had I let them out while the men were there with the trucks. This is why I did not let them out while the trucks and equipment were on the lot moving stuff. There was a great danger for their safety if I had.
The public works crew left around 4PM at which point the cats went out as usual, returning when it got dark around 6/7PM. This was repeated each of the days the public works crew was there (April 8, & 9). It is because the men left around 4PM each day that they never saw the cats outside, because I waited until they had removed the trucks off the lot for the night before letting the cats out.
The men, not having all the information about the situation, completely jumped to false conclusions about what they saw.
We've been 2 days without them now and I miss them terribly and my brother misses them to, he was helping me with them and they come for him as well.
They've broken up our family by taking the cats away, based off vicious lies and baseless false accusations. We really want them back and willing to do whatever it takes it get them back, I just don't know what they want us to do.
And you should see what they did to the motorhome. (Not will watson, he was involved in the smash and trash of the motorhome, he was talking to me at the time it happened.)
Why is there a pitchfork in my couch? And why is the wall caddy that hung over the bed, mangled into a mushy mess on the couch which apparently got pitchforked to death. Why are the shelves out of the freezer, and the insulation out of the wall also on the couch? Where is my pink frog couch cover? I can't find it anywhere. And what the hell did they do to the catfood? It's EVERYWHERE! It's on the floor, the couch, the bed, all over the yard outside. What did they do have a food fight with it?
Every cat box is dumped out on the floor, upside down, wet mucky litter everywhere. The rugs are ruined. What did they do pour water in the litter boxes before they dumped them? Good God! What the hell did they do? What is wrong with these people? They totally trashed the place. That pitchfork is supposed to be in the closet. I keep all my garden tools in the closet. Why is it stabbed into the middle of my couch?
They tore off the door, smashed up the wall, smashed my wooden table. You should see the mess.
And there's stuff in here that isn't mine. I've never seen it before. How did it get in here? They added stuff there, after trashing the place and before taking pictures of what they call evidence. What the hell happened? What is going on? Why are they doing this?
Normally I'd be furious about the damage done to No Hurry (well I am furious) but I'm more furious about the cats.
I can't write if I'm not relaxed and I can't relax without my cats.
They traumatized my cats, trashing the place like this and then dragging them out. They looked like they were injuring them. They were not careful at all. Not one bit.
And how am I supposed to write now? I've never written without my cats. Bela sits on my head, George wraps around my shoulders, Emily and Pip sit on my lap, the rest gather all around me. And they sit there singing and singing, all happy and purring and it relaxes me so I stop having my hyperactive heart rate.
I have PTSD, in addition to having Autism. These cats were the only thing keeping me alive.
Literally.
My heart rate is too fast normally, it stays up over 122 and I start passing out and hyperventilate. Cats sitting on me, my heart rate went back down to 70 where it's supposed to be. How the hell do they expect me to stay alive until the court date, my heart rate just keeps going up and up and up and up if there isn't anything to slow it down. The cats were the only thing that ever worked. They were therapy cats for me.
How do I get help with this? I don't know what to do. I have Autism and am being harassed and have false criminal charges placed against me and I'm very confused about what is going on. Can you help me or possibly forward this to someone who can? Here is the latest thing to have happened:
First they (The Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine) make me live 9 years under a tarp...even though I have a motorhome that they won't let me live in....
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Now they (The Town of Old Orchard Beach Police Department) smash up my motorhome, tear the interior out of it and dump everything into the mud (during the rain) and steal my cats.
I have lived on this property since 1975.
I have never lived anywhere else.
On October 18, 2006 a GREASE FRYER BOMB blew up our house. The Old Orchard Beach Fire Department REMOVED THE YELLOW AND BROWN GREASE FRYER BOMB FROM THE SCENE OF THE CRIME AND CLAIMED THEY LOST IT!
THE OLD ORCHARD BEACH POLICE DEPARTMENT NEVER INVESTIGATED THE BOMBING OF OUR HOUSE!
I have lived up a 8x6' tarp EVER SINCE.
I leave at the same time EVERY DAY.
I come back home at the same time EVERY DAY.
Today, because of the rain, I got back home EARLY.
Here is what I found, when I arrived home (1 hour earlier then is normal for me):
One of the town's unmarked police cars (the white one w/o the damaged hood paint) was parked across the street. I thought nothing of it, as they are OFTEN parked across the street.
As I got closer to the yard, I could see the big police van in the driveway in front of my motorhome. I thought this odd, but not too odd, given that the police are often showing up, and have for over 10 years now.
As I pull into the driveway, I see that the back of my motorhome is torn off and hanging; my first thought was: "Damn! A bear ripped my motorhome apart!" - There are 5 black bear living in the woods behind us. But then, I realize there is a police officer there - in the RV tossing my bedding out the door and into the mud.
My mom jumps out of the car, and goes up to ask what is going on. An officer who introduced himself as "deLuca" explained that this was an abandoned lot, the RV was abandoned, and the cats were "starving to death and eating each other" and therefore they were taking them.
Let me repeat myself:
I have lived on this property since 1975.
I have never lived anywhere else.
I still live here.
Until 2006 I lived in a house.
I have lived up a 8x6' tarp ever since a grease fryer bomb blew the house up October 18, 2006.
I leave at the same time EVERY DAY.
I come back home at the same time EVERY DAY.
This land is not abandoned.
The motorhome is not abandoned.
The cats are not abandoned, nor are they starving, nor are they eating each other.
My mom asks if they have a warrant.
HE SAYS YES
and hands her a stack of papers,
(which I did not read until several hours later, after they were long gone: They lied, they DID NOT have a warrant.)
By this time I've tuned the car off, parked, and am getting out, when another police car drives up (it looked like a Saco car, from the color of it, or it could have been one of the older OOB white cars with the blue stripes, I'm not sure.) Behind it, another police car showed up, this one of the regular black&white OOB police cars. This one pulls up behind me, crosswise across the end of the driveway, building a "blockade" now blocking me in the driveway between this police car and the van. Another police car, this one from Scarborough, pulls up in front of that one. Next a game warden in a green pick-up truck pulls up.
The officer that was talking to my mom, now came over and talked to me and said the same thing to me that he had said to her.
I explain to him that the land is NOT abandoned. I STILL LIVE HERE.
The RV is NOT abandoned, it's registered, and insured, it still runs, I drive it, I use it, I move it around the yard all the time, there is nothing wrong with it, I can show you the paperwork.
He did not want to see the paperwork and just put his hand up and said: "Nope, don't want to hear it."
He next says: "Nope, the cats are abandoned they've been cannibalizing, There's dead cats everywhere. I've collected all the bones."
I ask him, what in the hell is he talking about? There are no dead cats anywhere.
He says: "Nope, I got the bones, I have proof."
The "bones" that he had, was a roasted turkey (still in the turkey pan) and a roasted ham (also still in the pan). It was just Easter the other day, and while, I'm an animal rights activist, vegan, who doesn't eat meat: I do cook turkeys and hams for the cats, every single holiday. Always have. I don't have anyone else to celebrate holidays with, my cats are my family, so I cook a turkey for my cats for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Valentines, and of course Easter, which was just a few days ago, thus why they had the turkey, ham, and cornish game hens (pre-cooked by the deli), seeing how I don't have any other family to cook holiday dinners for.
So, he's collecting up blatantly obvious chicken, turkey, and ham bones, and saying he's collecting up dead cat skeletons.
I'm still saying, but that's turkey, you can see it's a turkey, it was just Easter...
Then he says: "Nope, the cats are starving to death, they aren't feed, the boxes aren't changed, they have no water."
I buy 36lbs of catfood every week, in addition to the turkey, chicken, pot roasts, hams, fish, cheese, yogurt, etc. Those cats eat like kings.
I only eat one or two meals a week. I AM starving to death, but the cats have NEVER gone without food. I've always put them first.
I buy 4 tidy cat 20lb tubs of cat litter a week. I have 9 cat boxes under the bed. I change the boxes every morning and every night. There was poop currently in the boxes, because it was one o'clock in the afternoon and the cats pooped during the day, while I was gone.
There are three water dished, that hold a gallon of water each and I dump them, wash them, and fill them twice a day.
The REASON I was not home, is because, the town shut our water off in 2006 after the bomb. They claimed since there was no house there was no need for water. I have to leave AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY to drive all the way to Biddeford, to go to my dad's apartment, to fill water jugs, to drive all the way back to OOB so that me and the cats have access to water. I have done that EVERY DAY SINCE October 2006. This is HOW they KNEW what time I would be gone.
This is a small town. Fewer then 8,000 people. EVERYONE knows me and my routine, and they ALL know my car. And to get from my yard to Biddeford: I HAVE TO DRIVE PASS THE POLICE STATION. And you can't miss my car.
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He said: "It's not okay for cats to live like this."
I said: But it's okay for me to live under a tarp for 9 years, through endless blizzards?"
HE SAID:
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT. IT'S NOT IMPORTANT."
Oh, yes. I KNOW I'm not seen as important. This is NOT the first time an OOB police officer has made a statement like this. Several officers have made several statements like this over the past 9 years. I'm used to police officers telling me that my life is worthless and unimportant, that it doesn't matter that in 2007 when temps broke a record reaching -48F that I was living under that tarp. (In fact, that was the VERY NIGHT that the feral cats moved in with me. My tarp was the only shelter from the cold. I've been taking care of those cats ever since.)
The cats are outside, loose in the yard with me during the day, and inside the motorhome warm and dry at night and any time I have to leave.
There are 5 black bear, 12 coyotes, and 4 foxes living in the woods behind our land. I put the cats in the motorhome at night, and for the 2 hours I'm gone on a water run to get our daily supply of water, to protect them from the bear, coyotes, and foxes.
The cats are warm and dry and out of the weather at night when they sleep: i AM NOT. I sleep under a tarp at night, rain or snow. It's always rain or snow, it's rarely dry weather here. The few night without rain or snow have fog that drenches you wetter then the rain does. I haven't had a warm dry place to sleep in 9 years. And the police officers of Old Orchard Beach, are ALWAYS quick to say: "I don't care."
Officer Will Watson, has 9 cats in the van. He asks me how many cats there are. I explain I have Autism (as best as I can, seeing how I can barely speak, due to my Autism) and can't count or do numbers or math. I say, "I think there might be 13 or maybe 12. I don't know. I have Autism. I can't count. I call them by name. I don't know how to do numbers stuff."
So he asks me to identify the cats and I write their names, ages, type/colour on slips of paper, attaching them to the proper cages.
He asks again: "Are there any missing?"
I say: "Yes."
He tells the Scarborough officer (who never gave me his name) to go back in the motorhome. At this point three (3) officers went into the motorhome and began tearing out the beds, seats, panelling of the walls, curtains, and shelves (attached the the walls) out of the motorhome and smashing them into the mud. Even the light fixtures and light switches were pulled off the walls. They completely and totally trashed the inside of my motorhome. There is absolutely nothing left. It is now unlivable and damaged beyond reasonable repair. (To fix the damages to the interior will cost well over $10,000, the entire interior now needs to be rebuilt.)
This is what the inside of my motorhome REALLY looked like before they trashed it, planted false evidence, and destroyed it to make it look like hell:
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This is the after. Look what they did to it! Look what they did to my home! What kind of a monster does something like this to another human being? I am an author. And an art car builder. I go on book signing tours and car shows. I live in the motorhome while I'm on tour. Where am I supposed to live now? I use this for my writing office. Where am I supposed to write now? I am sick and in poor health I have to take frequent naps during the day. I take naps and sleep here during the day. Where am I supposed to do that now? They treated my motorhome like garbage. They smashed her up like she was some piece of trash. They had no respect for my property. They thought nothing of utterly destroying it. It is registered and insured and I use it. I drive it all the time. They know this, they see me drive it around town. It is a show car. And a famous one. This is "No Hurry", she spent most of her life being a rally car for a race car team. I bought her from the race team when they retired. I'm her second owner. She's got a Hemi race car engine in her. The engine alone is worth more than $10,000. This is a 1975 Dodge F40 Sportsman 22' Class C Motorhome. And she was a show car, and my home while on tour, and in near perfect condition. She only has 68,000 miles on her. Do you have any idea how rare this vehicle is? Or how expensive it is to buy parts for? It's going to cost me tens of thousands of dollars to repair the damages. How can I take her to shows now, like this? Look at what they did! They are cruel and hateful people to do something like this.
Why is there a pitch fork in my couch? Where is the pink cover of my couch? I haven't found that yet. Did they steal that too? That smashed up vase, that in the windo my the sink, and used to have silk flowers in it. Can't find them either. Those small metal sheets are pieces of the inside of the freezer. The insulation paneling, is also on the couch, for who knows why.
That cat carrier is not mine. I've never seen it before. They planted that while they were trashing the place.
That jumbled up mess beside it, that until yesterday, was a hanging cubby/shelf with pockets to hold shampoo and stuff. It was hanging over the back of the co-pilots seat. The cat food is dumped out and THROWN from one end of the motorhome to the next, it looks like they had a damned food fight with it.
The cat litter boxes are full of wet muck. WET. It looks like they poured water in them and them dumped them out. They destroyed my white shag carpet, which they tore up off the floor and stamped into the spring thaw mud outside. They ripped all my curtains up. Just shredded them. Tore them in two. They slashed open my bench chair cushions, ripped the vinyl covers off and tore up the foam inner then tossed that out in the mud too. They smashed my wooden table.
The cats had a play house "nest" structure that I built for them, that was set up on the bed and had a wooden tree-ramp up to a second story in the overcab - they smashed that up too. They took the cats' sleeping bag and stomped that into the mud too.
I had an antique handmade, Persian tapestry, that belong to my grandmother, it was over a hundred years and it's worth thousands of dollars. It's a one of a kind, hand knotted, "Persian rug", it's HUGE, about 6 feet long and 4 feet tall, has the picture of a galley boat and pyramids on it. I had it hanging over the picture window to keep the drafts out during the winter (that is a tapestry's purpose, back when it was made people didn't have glass panes in windows, and hung tapestries to keep out cold). I had the back of it pinned up under the bottom of the window, to create a hammock. In the morning when the sun was on that window, all the cats would climb up inside the "hammock" and sun themselves in the picture window. That's why I put it there, so the cats could do that. These ruthless, bully men tore it off the wall, damaging both the wall and the the tapestry, tore a hole in it and tossed it in the mud too. It's one of a kind antique and irreplaceable. And it belonged to my grandmother. They have no respect.
What kind of a hate filled, immoral person, stoops so low, that they'd do something like this?
Never mind the motorhome, you should see what they did to my cats. It's like 9-11, when the terrorists destroyed the Pentagon and that would have been the big news, but it quickly got pushed aside by the Twin Towers, because that was worse news? It's like that. Destroying No Hurry was like the Pentagon, it was big news and it was bad, but it has to get pushed aside, because the other news is worse.
These men are terrorist, just the 9-11. They destroyed our home and terrorized my family, traumatized my cats, traumatized me.
They were dragging them around on poles with hooks. Laughing while they screamed in terror and pain. They traumatized my cats. Those evil, terrorist men, tortured, abused, and traumatized my cats. What kind of evil men treats a cat so deplorably?
While the two men in the motorhome continue to smash up in insides and toss them out the back door into the mud, Will watson continues to interrogate me.
He continues to ask me "How many cats are there?"
I continue to say: "I have Autism. I can't count. I don't know."
