Jeez. Someone needs some Prozac.

She called the police over a kid making meow noises? Wow. I would love to fly there and find the neighborhood in question and then rent a Garfield costume and wait until I saw the woman outside so I could go strutting down the sidewalk on all fours meowing at her. But that's just me.

Yeah, it's just you 'table.

Me? I want to pee in her flowerbed.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

First - there is bound to be more to this than meets the eye.

Second - what is that woman thinking complaining to the police because a kid meowed at her?

Third - what are the police thinking treating this seriously enough to allow a formal complaint and then to try and prosecute the case?

What the fuck is wrong with people today?

No, wait, don't answer that - I'm depressed enough already.

*offers to do shifts in the Garfield costume*

Freedom of speech surrenders.
Hilarity ensues.

Where are teh Pussycat Dolls when you need 'em?

(having auditions in Seattle, that's where!)

ME-OWWWWWWWWW!

*gets chased off by litiginous oldsters*