The phone rang at 6:00 a.m.  It was Deana.  "Can I put my stuff on your balcony?"

"Sure," I said.

 I thought about it and I called her back.  "Deana, why don't we put your stuff into my car.  I'll bring the car over and we can transfer the stuff."

I drove the car to the alley and parked it next to Deana's car.  She came out and opened her car and I opened my car.  I heard a meow.  "There's a kitty in your car."  I said.

"Yes, I've got one kitty in there and I have to get the other ones out."

We transferred the stuff from her car to mine and I drove the car the two blocks to my condo and parked it in the street so that she would have a place to park when the eviction was over.  I walked back to her place.  She had moved her car to a 15 minute zone in front of her apartment house.  I knocked on her door and she let me in.  The whole apartment was just one room about 300 square feet.  There was a bed and clutter all around.  She was on the phone to Henry, asking if he would loan her a cat carrier.  I followed her out the door to her car as she carried another carrier with a third cat to load in her car.  I told her I would pick up the cat carrier from Henry so that she could watch her car.

 I went to Henry's and picked up the carrier and I carried it back to Deana's place.  She let me in again and this time I could see that she had three cat carriers open, inviting her cats to get in so that she could take them to the humane society.  The Sherriff was due any minute.  We both realized that my presence was making the cats uncomfortable, making it even less likely that they would get into the carriers so I left.  When I got home I realized that I would be at Deana's mercy if she left me with a car full of her personal possessons so I took a paper for her sign giving me the right to throw her stuff away if she disappeared.  I called her up.  "Deana, can I bring a paper to have you sign so that I won't be responsible for your stuff?"

 "Well," she said, I am  here with Leah."

 "Can I come over?" I asked.

 "Yeah, I guess so."

I put the harnass on my dog and put the paper in my purse and went over the Deana's place.  Three men were getting out of the a Sherriff's car and Leah was waiting for them at the door to the apartment house.  They all went inside.  I looked down the hall toward Deana's door and saw the men knocking on the door.  Finally Deana came out.  I asked her if she wanted me to drive around with her to find humane societies for the cats.  She could take one cat to each humane society because she wanted to say that she had found the cats so that the shelter would give the cats free rent for a few days, giving Deana time to retrieve the cats without having to pay for their care while she dealt with the fact that she was now homeless.  Deana was very nice about signing the paper I had brought with me which would protect me in case she escaped to parts unknown.   While Deana and I were talking Leah went into Deana's apartment and saw the clutter, the four opened cat carriers which she knew were waiting for the cats to crawl in.  She came out of the apartment house and told Deana that there was so much junk that she would have to call professonal trashers to get rid of it all. 

 

I told Deana that I needed to get Henry's cat carrier out of there and Leah said, very angry, "You leave her alone.  It's your advice that got her into this situation.  It's all mine now!"  Leah and Deana went into the apartment house and I went home.

I thought about calling Deana and asking her if she wanted me to drive around with her to find shelters for the cats but I decided I didn't want to.  What had she told Leah to make Leah think I had advised her to push the situation to the point that the Sherriffs would have to get Deana out?  Why was I the bad guy?  I had done everything I could to get Deana to find another place.  I had sent her emails with rentals for her to look at and she refused.  She told me she was so mad at the owner she wanted to force the Sherriff to come and that she might leave the cats there for them to sort out.  It wasn't my fault.  I didn't like being blamed.  I was just glad I got the paper in case she left me with no recourse except to throw her stuff away.