Currently I am looking for a new apartment with the two lovely ladies I live with. Each of us have our own issues with the house, some of us hate the carpeting, some of us don't currently have closets (not me, I'm the only one with a closet SUCKKKAS)... I'm pretty sure none of us actually care that we live in what is commonly considered to be a "dangerous neighborhood."
My only real issue with the house began last Easter.
We had all returned home from our respective family events and were casually hanging out in the living room. Julia suggested we watch a women's basketball game. Moments after we turned on the T.V. a noise was heard...
MEW.
"Hey, did you guys just hear that? I think the T.V. made a weird noise, I hope the speakers aren't fucked up..."
MEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW.
"What the fuck, theres a cat in the heater!"
Thats right, a cat, in the heater. The next hour was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Initially we locked ourselves in one of the bedrooms for fear that the cat had rabies. Then we realized there was a vent stopping the cat from actually getting near us. Emma started to cry, because the cat might have been injured. 911 informed us that cat-in-the-heater was in fact not an emergency. Animal control laughed at us. Eventually we convinced my then-boyfriend to come over and coax the cat out. The whole procedure took about two hours, during which one of us had to leave because it was just too emotional.
Eventually the cat got out, and was placed safely on our porch with a bowl of milk.
This would have been a funny story, but by the next day Heater Cat was back. For anyone questioning how a cat got in the heater, well, technically the cat was in the heating vents from the house's original heating system which had been replaced. Anyway, despite our best efforts, Heater Cat became a regular fixture in our heater... he went away in the summer and has come back this winter. Recently I found out Julia was slipping him some Kraft Singles through the vent.
While Heater is kind of pest, hes so lovable that I want to rescue him and bring him to our next house. In case you haven't deduced this yet, I really don't have a problem with Heater. Heater is the only kitty with the nerve to come up and ay hello. The real issue is that I'm pretty sure he is the ringleader of a cat colony (or something equally unplesant and stinky) in our basement... which i do mind... but that another (far less adorable) story.
