Exhausting (Emotionally) Day

Yesterday ended up being a taxing day for me.  As most of you know, I interact better with non-humans, rather than people.  I had a nasty headache yesterday and was fighting that, when  a friend called (from two doors down in the apartment building) and informed me she had just been given a 30-days eviction notice.  She was very upset, and I don't blame her - but the management has good reason to say good-bye to her.  It took her three different tellings, but it finally came out that she is more than 45 days behind in her rent, and she has been making very erratic partial payments since January.  These are studio apartments, with little to no storage space; she stacked plastic bags and bins, completely filling her patio like a storage unit when she moved in, and management asked her for more than a year to move it inside (or away) as it was considered an eyesore (she moved it inside last month).  She also burns sage, other herbs, and incense inside her apartment, and it seeps out into the hall around her door - it does small peculiar at times.  She also has three cats, including Bob, the cat that comes here to eat and use my kits' litter boxes.  She doesn't clean her cats' litter boxes until they begin using the bathroom on the floor in protest of soaking wet and filled-to-overflowing potty boxes.
  As she works for the Boulder Homeless Consortium, she knows all of the resources available to those who have lost their place to live, but was ashamed to have to contact them.  She wants me to convince any one of my clients to rent her a room in their home - which won't happen, because none of them want a stranger who allows people she doesn't know to "stay over" at her place for indeterminate amounts of time.  She has a lot of mental problems, works only occasionally, and believes that she should rule the world - and that she would make it a better place.  Her adoptive Mother, who raised her from an infant, passed away last June; she is still blaming her own "not thriving" (at 48) on her Mom's death. One of her Mom's friends, in another state, sends her $500 a month to help her pay her rent ($700).  And she demands your entire, whole, 100 % attention when she is with you - if your eyes slide away from her, she will snap her fingers and demand that you look her in the eyes, or at her face.  My therapist says she's poison and I need to avoid her.  But I allowed her over to cry and fume yesterday.  I'm exhausted today.
  She has placed an add on Craig's List, stating that she is seeking a place to live, that she has 3 cats, and how much she can afford to spend per month.  Then she states that she's a "seasonal worker" and that this is the off season.  How much more can you yell that you're not a good prospect as a room-mate or house-sharer?  I have known her for less than two years - she worked for 10 days where my sister is employed, and told my sister she was moving into my apartment building, and my sister told her to "look me up."  That's how we ended up being connected...  She has worked at least 20 jobs in the last 20 months, and either quits, or is fired, due to "personal problems with other employees."  I don't know how she is going to survive.  I feel sorry for her, but she has brought most of her problems upon herself and cannot, or will not, accept that she is responsible.  Everything is always someone else's fault.  I do pity her and her circumstances.

Coyote Attack, Apology

Yesterday morning, at 9:30, a single coyote sneaked into a back yard and tried to grab a cat.  Bandit is an older fellow, a big, fluffy, cuddly fellow, who is going blind because of cataracts.  He suddenly yowled, which is extremely unusual for him, and his human was able to run out and chase the coyote out of the yard.  Bandit was frightened, but unhurt, as was his owner, Leslie.  I'm staying next door at Alexy's, and have not allowed Shady and Cloudy outside - yesterday or today.  So Cloudy and Shady are unhappy with me, but I don't want to tell Alexy that they disappeared and a coyote was next door...
   When I got up this morning, I fed Cloudy and Shady, and then walked the 1 1/2 miles to the grocery store; got my breakfast and supper, and walked back to Alexy's.  After eating, I walked Rosie, and then came home to see my kits.  Was surprised to see Dinah's door open in the hall, but then saw a Boulder police officer inside, and realized they were there to enforce her eviction notice.  Poor Dinah.  She needs help.  I know I'm depressed, but at least I take my meds and get counseling.  Dinah swears that there's a man living in "the crawl space above the ceiling" and that he keeps coming into her apartment through the ceiling, and stealing her belongings and food.  The ceilings in our apartments are concrete over iron girders, with a bit of spackley plaster over the cement.  She called the police and reported this so many times, that they got her permission to set up cameras in her apartment and film for 36 hours.  The only living thing seen in the apartment was Dinah - but she called the BPD, while the filming was going on, declaring that the man had come out of the ceiling and stolen food from her refrigerator.  She was arrested for making a false police report.  Now she's being evicted because she hasn't paid her rent since she first moved in...  Poor thing.
  Bea, my friend, has a third job interview with the same company today - afterwards, we're to have lunch at the Olive Garden, and then go to the public library, and over to Alfalfa's.  The store manager has reviewed the security tapes from the Saturday we visited, and tells us that the manager of the beverage department was on break, and that it just seemed that he was following Bea and me around.  The general manager and the beverage manager want to meet with us and apologize.  How refreshing!