I once lived in an apartment, that shall remain nameless, in which I was generously allowed to have exactly one cat and one dog. It took approximately one year for me to shit on that contract and bring in a total of seven cats. Yes, I said seven. I had two regulars, but a revolving door of fosters and one day Bruce and I woke up and realized there were SEVEN cats in our 360 square foot apartment. Let me rephrase that. There were seven cats using us as a trampoline in the middle of the night as they flew through our studio like it was the final lap of Death Race 2000.
It was incredibly rude of us to take advantage of our landlord in such a way, but it was to save cats, so you know, it’s ok.
When reading Sara Cress’ Cathouse Confessional on Love Meow, I couldn’t help but remember all the antics I went through to hide my brood whenever my landlord came by to address a problem. Have any of you had to go through such lengths to keep your furry buddies on the DL?
Image: Sara Cress