Embracing The Crazy Cat Lady?

The Cat Lady

Some odors make me question my sense of smell.

We are officially in year four of my landlord adventures. There are some ups and downs, some bumps and bruises. "It's just how it is." When I was younger, my mom would splash rubbing alcohol on my wounds and say "you'll be aight" it makes sense now.

During the remodel of a 2 bed 1 bath apartment. A good friend of mine referred their coworker as the new tenant. Excited because their last referral was amazing. The invitation to come view the apartment was sent immediately. She was a mom of three who presented her family well. Two were in college and the youngest was finishing high school. "One catch!" She has cats."

Ignoring my hesitation, I happily handed her the keys to her new apartment.

Surprisingly the first few months went smooth. There was a "flushing tampons in the toilet" issue. The only issue in four months and the rents paid. "I'll take it."

As the summer creeps closer, I start receiving texts. There's no available parking?

Let's do the math. There's one parking spot per unit and two guest spots. There's four unit's total! "The math ain't mathin."

As I comb through the evidence. I learn, it's the tenant I happily gave the keys to four months ago. Now she owns three cars. After speaking with her, breaking down the rules for parking. She responds with. "Do you not like me?" A sarcastic, "Ha!" involuntarily escapes my lips.

Trying to clean the word vomit only made her more upset. Lamar Jackson isn't alone. "I fumbled." After apologizing for the unprofessionalism, we were able to resolve the parking problem.

A few weeks later, while enjoying a Philly cheesesteak and playing some God of War. I receive a frantic call at 10:30 pm. "You've guessed it!" My favorite tenant. A fuse blew in her kitchen and her food is going bad. She needs it fixed immediately. Attempting to keep the peace I decided to fix the issue that same night.

Obviously, they did nothing wrong." Fuses just pop on their own." She wasn't home when I arrived. Her son opens the door.

This was my introduction to the smell.

Old man smells trouble

As soon as I walked through the doorway, I felt a wave of nausea. I greeted her son with a series of nods, because I refused to open my mouth. Her son had a PlayStation 5 gaming setup, which I found quite impressive. I explained the power distribution issue, to help prevent this from happening in the future. I left as quickly as I could.

"Things I never want to smell again." This made the list.

Throughout the winter, her apartment was the only one without heating. Rent payments began to be delayed. Suddenly, she was terminated from her job. As a result, she made the decision not to pay the final month's rent and left the country.

It took me a few weeks to gather the courage, to enter the apartment.

Dressed in an outfit inspired by Kanye's wife. It's time to finally tackle the mess I've been neglecting for weeks. I believed I've dealt with this situation in a "Very Classy, Very Demure" manner.

Would you still allow tenants to have pets?