My neighbors and I enjoy a convivial relationship, if one is going to the store it's usual if you see one outside to yell and ask if they need you to pick anything up. A couple of them and I often will take samples of something we cook to each other.
The one across the street, a mother of three rambunctious boys, has lately been sending one of the boys over with things she's cooked for dinner, a great minestrone soup just the other day. Some delicious enchiladas just a day before, and some doughnuts on Saturday morning she'd just cooked.
Then I get this phone call last week.....seems she was going to visit family in Arizona. "Would you mind putting the mail in?" No problem, we do that stuff all the time. Then...."oh, and um, would you mind letting the cat out in the morning and putting it back in in the evening, and it's food bowl is in the kitchen with the water bowl." all delivered in a rush of words.
Fine. Ok. When I told my oldest daughter she broke into inappropriate hilarity, if one can be said to do that via texting. See, I don't like cats. Not at all. I won't bother to explain why, let's just say I'd prefer to have a rabid skunk for a pet than a cat.
So now for the 4th day in a row, I go over and let it out.
Three more days.