Reply #15: My new home, and a landlord that allows me to have my cat [View All]

My previous landlord sold the townhome I was renting earlier this year. I moved into a new home (still renting), but:

1). The landlord's a much nicer guy. His name is Bob. I dubbed the new home "Casa Bob" immediately upon moving in. He is a retired real estate agent who handles property management because he said that sitting around drove him crazy. I have a tradition of handing him an ice-cold Henry Weinhard Root Beer every time he comes over and finishes some minor repair. He laughed the last time I handed him one and said "I'm going to drink up all of your root beer" and I said "That's what it's there for, Bob!"

2). It's a 52-year-old, 3 bedroom house. I haven't lived in a house since I lived with my parents. I've lived in apartments (the worst) and townhomes (good, unless you get an S.O.B. for a neighbor, which has happened a couple of times).

3). I have my cat. I've had her for 5 years, since she was 7 months old. Animal lovers get it, folks who aren't animal lovers don't. If I had to live in my car, I wasn't moving anywhere that wouldn't allow my cat. Bob allowed my cat.



The chair she is sitting in is directly behind my computer, in my home office. To my immediate left is a sliding glass door that looks out over a nice, big back yard. That's what she's doing in the photo...scoping out birds & squirrels and protecting me from both.

:-)

It's been a tough year, but I've probably never been more thankful in my life. There were times when I had more and took it for granted. I no longer take anything for granted.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

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