Part 1: Don’t let my merciless taunting of our scroungy cat fool you; she really isn’t all that bad.
In fact, she’s so “not bad” that I categorically refuse to give her up OR banish her to the nether-regions that are the great-southwest-Texas-outdoors.
Plus, she looks really smashing in cheap cat costumes.
Part 2: Our landlord might want to sell our house. Which is okay by us, because our gypsy selves are kind of itching for a move, anyway. Even if it’s a “mini-move,” across the street.
Part 3: Apparently, a BLANKET no pets policy exists here. I’m talking iron-clad.
Not even “name your price” works, which confounds me.
Not only does offering to pay extra for our nine pound, housetrained cat not work, it’s considered absurd by pretty much everyone I’ve talked to so far.
One lady laughed at me, then hung up on me, while still laughing.
I’m going to say I’ve talked to ten people in the last week, and only one of them has even considered the possibility of allowing pets. For a price.
The rest laugh.
Ha ha, Tejas. Very funny. Let me tell you something:
The cat will continue to win this battle, primarily because she does not laugh at us. Ever. Instead, she allows us the stress-relieving activity of laughing at her.
I think it was Francis Bacon who said, “A living creature which tolerates merciless taunting is worth its weight in gold.”
Which would put Kitty about about 172 thousand bucks.