Operation: Stranger in a Hole... | |
OK, so I never actually told my landlord that I took Stranger in. I'm just assuming that he'll say this place is too small to keep two cats in. Of course, he's right, that's why I let them play in the laundry room late at night. Anyone, someone complained about a cat smell coming from my apartment. This is, of course, ridiculous, since a) I use enough baking soda stuff in the litter to bake a kitty litter cake and b) the cigarette smell here is too strong to smell anything over it anyway.
But someone complained (danged busybodies, anyway) and so the landlord told me he's coming over to inspect the apartment. See, he likes me. He gives me a day's warning before a surprise inspection. Which is fine, I needed to clean the apartment, anyway.
But I never told him about the second cat.
So, after panicking, I asked the boyfriend if his friend Pete (the friend with the two indoor cats, the permantly attached stray cat and the two ferrets) would mind watching Stranger for a couple hours. So we called, and, no he doesn't mind a bit, and Stranger is now safely in his charge.
It all feels vaguely like college hijinks.
And Pixie hasn't started turning ponderous cartwheels of joy yet, but she looks well on her way to starting.
But dang, good thing I bought all those Magic Erasers last time I was at the grocery store. My house actually looks really good right now. And no, it does NOT smell like cat pee. Even a little bit.
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