I didn't tell Ron, but apparently one of the cats wandered over, trying to make friends. One of the kids started screaming, a girl, and the boys chased it off. If I told Ron he'd be apoplectic, but hopefully the cat (I assume one of the boys) learned his lesson.
I had hoped to go to bed around 8. The party went on until well after midnight. Ron called the police.
I just don't get it. No one, and I mean no one, else in the subdivision acts that way. No one. I wonder why he thinks it is OK. I would accept it if he did all this in the afternoon, but at night, when people are trying to sleep? Midnight?
He would probably say it was a weekend, but when I ge…