I rent the second floor of a so-called "friend's" house. She doesn't like cats, and acts extremely fearful around them, even though the one time she was around my cats they ignored her, for the most part. I noticed my friend was acting more stressed out than usual when her mother became ill and died this summer. I could sympathize with that. Of course, my sympathy was strained to the limit two months ago when her thug of a son went down in the basement and helped himself to some of my belongings. She defended him. Right then and there I made the decision to start saving my money and move out. The thug has since moved out and gone to college, but I still feel that it's time to move. I want a house. Don't want some landlord telling me how many cats I can have and whether they should be declawed, etc...
Last week my "friend" decided that she wanted to keep foster kids-- Heaven help us! Now, all this time she was cool with me, even though I remained calm when I retrieved my belongings from her son's room. She never could explain how my stuff walked up the stairs and into his room, but I guess that's one of life's unsolved mysteries.
A week later I paid my rent on time, same as usual.
One of the foster kids is a little boy who loves to roam all through the house. He loves to open closed doors. I immediately thought of my cats, because they have never been around kids. I asked if I could put a small lock on my door. Naturally, her reaction was, "I don't want any locks in my house." I looked at her and said, "Okay, then I'll bring Angel, Ruby, and Rocky down here, then. Because that's what's gonna happen when that kid opens the stairwell door." She knows that the cats like to come down and sit on the stairs and listen whenever they hear noise on the other side of the door.
I could tell that she hadn't even thought about that. Of course, I don't want these little rugrats pawing thru my stuff, either, and I don't care how that sounds. I put the lock on the latch anyway. She stopped speaking to me. So be it. I have been a good, quiet tenant who pays on time, so it's not like I'm going to trash the place. I also know that she really can't afford to ask me to move out because she needs income for the first month or so, until the state decides to pay her.
I like kids, but I have the feeling that if anything happened, like my cats getting hurt, this woman would defend those kids no matter what. I thought I was her friend, but I'm just a rent check to her. She'll get her rent in full next week, same as always, but my rent paying days over there are numbered.
Last week my "friend" decided that she wanted to keep foster kids-- Heaven help us! Now, all this time she was cool with me, even though I remained calm when I retrieved my belongings from her son's room. She never could explain how my stuff walked up the stairs and into his room, but I guess that's one of life's unsolved mysteries.
A week later I paid my rent on time, same as usual.
One of the foster kids is a little boy who loves to roam all through the house. He loves to open closed doors. I immediately thought of my cats, because they have never been around kids. I asked if I could put a small lock on my door. Naturally, her reaction was, "I don't want any locks in my house." I looked at her and said, "Okay, then I'll bring Angel, Ruby, and Rocky down here, then. Because that's what's gonna happen when that kid opens the stairwell door." She knows that the cats like to come down and sit on the stairs and listen whenever they hear noise on the other side of the door.
I could tell that she hadn't even thought about that. Of course, I don't want these little rugrats pawing thru my stuff, either, and I don't care how that sounds. I put the lock on the latch anyway. She stopped speaking to me. So be it. I have been a good, quiet tenant who pays on time, so it's not like I'm going to trash the place. I also know that she really can't afford to ask me to move out because she needs income for the first month or so, until the state decides to pay her.
I like kids, but I have the feeling that if anything happened, like my cats getting hurt, this woman would defend those kids no matter what. I thought I was her friend, but I'm just a rent check to her. She'll get her rent in full next week, same as always, but my rent paying days over there are numbered.