Here's how it started:
April: I went to the very first visit of a long-term petsitting gig to find the back door of the home had been KICKED IN by a burgular. The storm door was left propped open, also the refrigerator door. (What?) Only a few things were missing, among them the hours and hours I spent with the police and the handyman who came to fix the broken door. Not to mention my peace of mind, and that of the pets.....one of which was a blind cat.