"I CAME INTO YOUR APARTMENT. SAW A WATER DISH. THOUGHT YOU WERE STILL MOURNING PIPPIN TO THE POINT WHERE YOU COULDN'T PICK UP HIS BOWL A MONTH LATER AND NEXT THING I KNOW SOME CAT IS ON MY SHOULDER."
"I'm not paying you shit! Prove I have a cat!" As she's furiously texting me to sneak around and kidnap Frannie from the back door and I'm like "Yeah Mom I'm not doing that."
i love how the reactions to this story are pretty evenly split between "omg no, be more responsible, allison's mom" and "allison's mom is my hero, goals"
I'm such a by the rules person that I insisted on getting permission for my gecko in every lease I had, so. secret cat would have stressed me out horribly
one time I tried to get him to fix my roommate's heat before my roommate went into surgery and was stuck in bed recovering, and he tried to mansplain (incorrectly) steam heat to me rather than fixing it. I did not stand for that.
my previous boss once told me that I have such a nice correspondence style, and I was just like, "thank you, it was honed by years of being the go-to communicator with terrible landlords."
(Of course, I now am a landlord, because my roommates are technically tenants since I bought a place. So I try not to be a shitty one and not make them feel like they have to cover their asses.)
your mom should've just said she was a roommate. because she is clearly human. look at her being a featherless biped in the kitchen and bathroom