Back to "Life" on the Farm!
Thanks to everyone who wished The Viking a happy birthday yesterday. From what he told me his birthdays are like mine, they usually rate as absolute “no hitters.” So, if the comment he left is anything to go by, The Katt Box achieved its goal. With reference to the revenge, Viking, give it your best shot, dude! Just remember, I have a blog!
Domestic Bores
Well, life or lack thereof continues on the farm.
The bush telegraph revealed that one of the Strange Employers and a certain farm worker exchanged words this last weekend over an aspect of dairy duties which was not attended to. Also exchanged was pepper spray and a rock! After this incident, contacts at the local cop shop did a wee bit of research into said farm worker and discovered that he has a criminal record that reads like something out of “People You Don’t Want Within a 100km Radius of You or Your Family.” Let’s see, murder, rape, assault with intent, housebreaking and… well, those are the noteworthy ones. Not to mention all the trouble he has been causing on the farm, for Flyboy as well.
So, after a short disciplinary hearing yesterday morning he was politely informed that his services were no longer required, dismissed and requested to vacate the premises along with all belongings. This was legal apparently because when he was taken into service he denied having anything to do with the strong arm of the law in the past and that constitutes… well, denial.
Implications? Well, herein lies the rub! His significant other is/was my cleaning lady. She arrived yesterday morning to receive her final pay with Psycho in tow. He stood where our gate is supposed to be (no, we still don’t have a fence) and hurled abuse. So, again yours truly is being forced into the role of domestic frump – domestic goddess just does not apply to me because “housework” and “Katt” don’t gel in a sentence!
But no moaning, the abuse hurled by Psycho Farm Worker makes for more interesting reading.
Hurled at Us:
“I am going to get you.”
“You all read your Bible backwards.” (We can't help we have all got Chinese Bibles)
Hurled at the Strange Employer:
“Don’t pay me because I will use the money to buy a gun and come and kill you.”
“You can’t hide on the farm forever; you will be going into town.”
“I will get you.”
So, gone are the days of a false sense of security. The doors are now all locked, the guns are all cleaned and polished and the safe keys are in an easy access kind of place. If it’s not perlemoen poachers, its psychos!
The name is Katt, AmmoKatt! Or DomestiKatt! *sigh*
Domestic Bores
Well, life or lack thereof continues on the farm.
The bush telegraph revealed that one of the Strange Employers and a certain farm worker exchanged words this last weekend over an aspect of dairy duties which was not attended to. Also exchanged was pepper spray and a rock! After this incident, contacts at the local cop shop did a wee bit of research into said farm worker and discovered that he has a criminal record that reads like something out of “People You Don’t Want Within a 100km Radius of You or Your Family.” Let’s see, murder, rape, assault with intent, housebreaking and… well, those are the noteworthy ones. Not to mention all the trouble he has been causing on the farm, for Flyboy as well.
So, after a short disciplinary hearing yesterday morning he was politely informed that his services were no longer required, dismissed and requested to vacate the premises along with all belongings. This was legal apparently because when he was taken into service he denied having anything to do with the strong arm of the law in the past and that constitutes… well, denial.
Implications? Well, herein lies the rub! His significant other is/was my cleaning lady. She arrived yesterday morning to receive her final pay with Psycho in tow. He stood where our gate is supposed to be (no, we still don’t have a fence) and hurled abuse. So, again yours truly is being forced into the role of domestic frump – domestic goddess just does not apply to me because “housework” and “Katt” don’t gel in a sentence!
But no moaning, the abuse hurled by Psycho Farm Worker makes for more interesting reading.
Hurled at Us:
“I am going to get you.”
“You all read your Bible backwards.” (We can't help we have all got Chinese Bibles)
Hurled at the Strange Employer:
“Don’t pay me because I will use the money to buy a gun and come and kill you.”
“You can’t hide on the farm forever; you will be going into town.”
“I will get you.”
So, gone are the days of a false sense of security. The doors are now all locked, the guns are all cleaned and polished and the safe keys are in an easy access kind of place. If it’s not perlemoen poachers, its psychos!
The name is Katt, AmmoKatt! Or DomestiKatt! *sigh*
posted by Katt at 9:32 am
9 Comments:
Expertly written! you really are a talented writer!!
I'm sorry to hear about the farm troubles, does make for interesting blog stores though.
*huggles*
SwissTwist: Thanks for the compliment. I've just come back from doing a tour of the house with a shotgun tucked under my arm!
Now why does this remind me of
a radio show called "Squad cars"
"They prowl the empty streets at
night" but I quess none of you young "Duckies" will remember
that!
Jokes aside, this can be worrying
and stressful - take great
care Katt!
Aha Ginco - I remember Squaddies...it was a Friday night family event...so there!
Katt - just be careful - that chap is more than psycho and I'd take him very seriously.
And yes - very well written - so was your last post.
How about Kattapult? You take care, okay?
Katt, be careful... if you think this guy might really do something then it needs to be reported. Keep safe and YES, LOCK THOSE DOORS.
Farming gone madd! Sheesh there is madness everywhere. Hmm, chinese bible ... : )
SMooch to U Miss Crazy Katt,
The Tart
; )
GincoLeaves: Nope, don't recall Squad Cars in my hazy past.
Kyk: Kattapult, I like that. Does that mean I get to play human cannon ball?
Shortypam: Piranahs in a moat... good plan but my dog would probably be the first victim.
Cookie Monster: Actually the guys on the farm are mostly the decent sort. I would rather invite some of them to supper than some of my neighbours.
M: So far so good!
The Tart: It's not really farming gone mad, it is the Strange Employers' strange employment ethics. They will take anyone off the street because they like his/her face.
On the upside, Psycho seems to have departed on a milder note, left without a fight. All is quiet on the Western Front.
Geez Louise. Here I am thinking that we are relatively safe here in our neck of the woods. You just take care and report the threats!!!!
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