Nice Things

It's been 9 days since I was so curtly informed that I am violating my rental lease by having 3 cats, and will have to leave within 60 days. At first, I was really mad and overwhelmed by the obnoxious truth that I have once again been outright lied to and taken advantage of by people who are supposed to be somewhat professional at what they do. These idiots signed a lease with me 2 years ago, and I paid my 3 pet deposits for 3 cats. They know it, and I know it. But now, for some reason, they are suddenly insisting that they never allowed more than one cat, & that I must be mistaken, & that my deposits were all for one cat. Really? Did we not have the conversations that I remember? Of course, the cuckoo who walked me through the paperwork & arranged for the pet deposits to be paid over 3 months has been fired from the company, so there goes my alibi, & I have nothing in writing. How convenient. And, according to one eyewitness hallucination, 6 cats have been seen in my apartment recently. Wow! I guess I sort of starting mocking the situation at that point, since it was definitely veering off into Absurdism. (And this was also the precise moment when I knew that they were worthless sacks of poo. Such class.) Like I said, it was just a lot to deal with so abruptly. There I was, hopelessly arguing with a dip-shit on the phone, knowing that they knew that I knew that they knew... LIARS! But, it seems that I have become my own sort of professional at dealing with this kind of commonplace B.S., because here it is, just a wink later & Ed & I have just signed a lease on a fantastic house! Take that! Hmph! Now we'll both have our own studio, a library, & a really beautiful backyard in which we plan to host many moonlight gatherings. We CAN have nice things.