About a year ago I moved to a new home, typical “It kinda looks like I’ve got my shit together but none of us really do” cookie cutter, American subdivision. I have a cat, who used to be an outdoor cat, but had to become indoor at the new place because of the coyotes at night and a busy road in the day. This poor fucker now spends his entire day looking out the window, which directly faces the neighbors front window. I never really had an opportunity to meet these neighbors, because shortly after moving in, covid was starting, and everyone bunkered down. Most of us came out, but these ones continued to stay in basically 24/7, I knew this, because I could see them through the huge window.

Fast forward to election time. The neighbors are all marking their yards with signs. I don’t normally advertise in my yard but thought this year was as good as ever so I put in a regular Trump yard sign (John James also). The neighbors put out a Biden sign, I thought nothing of it. Anyways remember that cat from earlier? Well he got out one night, not sure when or how but it had to have been when I came home from work. The first day gone was terrible, the second day I actually took off work to look for him and contact all the shelters and vets, the third day was the saddest because it really started to look grim.

On the fourth day, my wife was sent a Facebook message from a different neighbor. It was a link to a super small Facebook group in the neighborhood, and someone had found my cat. Found 3 days earlier in fact, the evidence of the posts suggested. We were ecstatic, shocked, relieved. My wife messaged the poster to arrange pick up, it was quickly confirmed, they provided an address to her where we could pick up the cat. I stopped at the ATM and grabbed $100 to give to whoever it was, considered more honestly.

I get home and rush in, sprinting to the computer, yelling at her to get me that address and that she could even come out of the kitchen to come with me if she’d like. She pulls up the message, and guess who. My cat has been found by the neighbors across the street, and kept in a cage, in a garage, 20 feet from home, for 3 days. My joy turned to rage. There is no fucking way those assholes didn’t know that was my cat! They look at it every fucking day! Neither them or the cat are allowed to leave the house!

My wife had made it very clear I am never to speak to them about my feelings, accuse them of purposely kidnapping because of my sign, or even be rude at all to them. I hate to admit I cucked to her on it. I need this election to satisfy me. I need to own the libs. Pls