Crazy lady, springtime and scary kittens

Alright, so my child and I are still living with the batcrap cary lady upstairs, and sometimes I just want to like break her legs or something. Maybe not breaking them, more amputating them, since her main thing, besides knocking and banging on the walls (might have to amputate her arms too), is stomping and jumping. Indoors. At any given time. Especially at night. 

I still complain to the landlords, whose incompetence is baffling. So last time I simply asked them to hire somebody with an IQ slightly above my shoe size, that can actually read and comprehend written and spoken words. I also asked them if they wanted to live with this neighbour themselves, but didn't get any answer. So my hope is that Mrs.Robinson get hit by a car, or preferably a truck (18 wheeler), the train or ends up in a situation where she's quadrupled amputated, or get snatched by Cenobites and dragged to hell for endless torture. I'm a squeamish person and can't even watch Nightmare on Elm Street without covering my eyes and ears, but I'd bring out popcorn and a lawn chair for that. 

I don't want to use all my energy regarding this topic, as well as I don't want to poisoning my mind regarding her, but it is hard to focus on other things when you live with these type of disturbances every day for such long time. So, besides the Lords massive test of my mind aside, I'm happy that it's springtime, despite severe pollen allergies for bot me and my child. But I love the green trees, the smell of flowers and the birdsongs. It's still slightly cold outside in the northern hemisphere, but it's green! And one doesn't have to put on at least five layers of clothing just to go outside for a few moments, and still freeze to the core! A jacket -one jacket- is all you need! Halleluja! 

And our cats want's to be outside much of the time, but only if some of the other neighbourhood cats are out of sight. Today, our big boy, Cermet, had two kittens following him around (not the first time). They are both around one year old, and he's almost six years old and more than twice their size (he's a chunky guy). But he finds them scary and creepy, so he cried out for us hoomans from the outside, so I had to fetch the poor guy. Being harrassed by kittens, can you believe that?  

Anyhow, now I'm gonna harrass my dear child and kill the Internet for the night, pray and hope we get at least a few hours of actual sleep as well as pray and hope that we're one step closer of finding a house, a car and less neighbours.