Literally, onto a third floor apartment!
We are moving into an apartment because my owner decided the house was a money pit, and though I will miss my neighborhood friends, I look forward to living up among the tree-tops. The birds will be within paw-snatching reach from my balcony. There is always someone going in and out, and since people-watching is my favorite pastime I will be constantly entertained!
The first thing I have to do is NOT shred the carpet or tangle and collapse the blinds. There is this thing called a “Pet Fee” my owner mentioned, costing between $100-$250 up front. IF I don’t do my usual destruction, the money can go towards a new kitty condo for me at Christmas. IF I do go all kung-fu crazy, then I will be out on the curb with the garbage on Thursday night. (Isn’t that an awful thing to tell me? Now I am going to have a complex whenever the garbage bags get dragged toward the door).
The other interesting feature of my new community is a thing called a “Dog Park.” I read all about it on-line and was SHOCKED that there is no CAT PARK. Not even a CAT TREE in the Dog Park! What is wrong with these apartment people, catering to the animal that will poop anywhere, in public, and lick his butt afterward?
When we move, the other issue will be giving up my kitty-door. Apartment communities have a RULE that cats have to stay inside at all times (good luck with that). Rules don’t apply to me, Slider-Super-Cat, and I will be lounging on my balcony all sunny-day long!
So, if you want to find me in my new digs, grab your binoculars and look up!
