I just gave my poor landlord a list of the things that are wrong with my apartment. I’m one of those tenants who like to save up all the problems and then tell it to them all at one time. That way, they can come in and make the repairs all at once and my cats are less traumatized.
I told the landlord yesterday that I had warned the cats that the repairman was coming in (because I thought he was) and the landlord said they wouldn’t be in until today. At that point he looked at me funny and imitated me talking to my cats. This was amusing and we laughed, while secretly thinking private thoughts (his no doubt concerning the mental health of the ‘cat lady’). So, today is the day that they come in and assess what can be done. Yay. I’ll be sure to warn the cats.
