September 8th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

My Cats

Nothing's happening.

Why? It is, relatively speaking, an easy job for a pet rescue organization. The house is dry. I've made house keys available to them. Not to slam the worthy efforts of these groups, but wouldn't you choose a dry house before trudging waist-high through toxic sludge?

These are evil, course thoughts, and I feel like a total sunnuvabitch for even thinking them, but I'm fucking frustrated. And my cats are sad and hungry and thirsty. And I'm the only one who will take responsibility for them.

It looks like I'll have to go myself. I've heard reports of individuals sneaking into the city to gather pets and/or underwear from their houses. In one case, a National Guard actually made himself an escort for the little mission!

If I fly into Baton Rouge, can someone give me a ride to the NOLA airport, where my car should still be okay. (Flooding wasn't THAT bad at the airport, was it?)

I know some tricky ways into the city that don't require use of the I-10. Do I really need to be heavily armed for this? I have no qualms about driving over a peasant with a gun if I feel threatened.

Frustrated. Confused. Tense. Angry. Worried. Sick of this shit.

P.S. If you live in a dry part of town, please sign this petition to Nagin to let us back in for a day, as they did for Jefferson Parish: