Ungrateful?

Last week, my neighbors went to Paris. Lucky them. They asked me if I'd feed their cats while there were gone, so of course I said yes. It was a natural transition from having Noel here to checking in on their cats for a week. And in a way, easy because they were staying at their own house. So, I went over there every day for a week and petted them, and gave them each a can of wet food. And filled the water bowls.

I thought they were coming back Saturday but I guess it was Sunday. At around 6 pm Saturday night, I went over and did my thing, and then, checked in again on Sunday afternoon. I hoped they were coming home on Sunday, but it was hard to say because they had left their cars here while they were gone. Then, Sunday night, I was talking to Dad outside and he noticed that a light upstairs had just gone off. So, phew, they were home. I was done.

Monday night, my car died. It was towed to the mechanic and there it's sat. I had Dana's car during the day for a couple of days but not overnight. So, maybe they don't think I'm home. I'm saying this because it's Thursday night and they have yet to call me to say "Thanks for watching our cats. They were well fed and alive. Oh? You checked in on them every single day? How nice of you. That's more than you probably ask your family to do when you're on vacation. Anyway, thank you very much."

Nope, no phone call. Maybe they think I'm out of town. Maybe they're pissed because I may have lost their house key. The husband thought I had one, but I couldn't find it and so we just left the door unlocked all week. They apparently didn't have time to make a spare.

I just think it's rude. That's 2 instances of rude in one week. Not that I'm counting.

When I do happen to see them in passing, I'm sure I'll be very nice and say it wasn't a problem.