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I'm Mad!

This morning my people had some organic banana-nut cereal from one of the church food boxes we've been eating from and they promised me some of the leftover milk. It turns out they have enough left for a box of pudding but not enough for me. I should have gotten it right when I asked for it instead of having to wait for nothing.

Tight Times

Things have really gotten tight for us in the last several weeks. We're struggling to catch up bills and we're having to take out advances from the bank which will put us short for money some more. Have you ever noticed how much more interest banks take for themselves than they give to the people? When my older human had money, he was recommended to inquire about certificates of deposit. At the time they only gave eight cents interest back. Such being the case, it's better just to buy something and get eight cents change you can actually see and feel in your hand (or paw, in my case). And lately we've had to eat food donated to our church's food bank because we can't get our own groceries over the month. And wouldn't you know my older human is developing a craving for pizza right when we have no money for a delivery? Worse yet, somebody's trying to force my younger human to get a rolling walker and battery-powered wheelchair when the walker a friend gave her is still in good condition and so is her solid-seat wheelchair. And nobody seems to be available to change light bulbs for us. Why can't people just give us help we actually ask for and leave the rest alone?

Cleaned Out

I don't know what we're going to do. The cleaning people we had for a couple years have cleaned my older human's bank account out so that he only has his Social Security again. They charged 140 a week when that amount was only supposed to be for occasional extra work (maybe once a month). Even the 95 dollars a week they charged at the beginning was almost too much. But my younger human was under pressure from a manager who was subjecting her to excessive inspections to try and get her out. My older human felt obligated because he helped save the cleaner's unborn baby from the dangerous next door neighbor who wanted to hurt her for being a Ukranian immigrant. She justified herself on the premise that all Americans are rich. Then when we found we were just about out of money, only then did she offer to lower the price. She doesn't understand that my older human earned his money years before she was ever born. He was forced to take stock by the company so they wouldn't have to pay their workers a proper monthly pension. He only got it once a couple years ago and was under pressure from the same manager harassing my younger human because it was his retirement money. What was good money in his time is barely minimum wage now. Just this last month he had to let a bill go to pay my yearly vet checkup. And now he's just out of the hospital from a hernia operation and we don't know how he'll be able to get out to get the rent. On top of that, we got inspection notices for next week (I wish they'd just leave us alone). It makes our indulgences tame by comparison. How fortunate that my older human was able to pay off the burial spaces reserved while his folks were living while he had it because the rest of his family won't do it for him and my younger human. I wish we could get some of the money back that the cleaners took.