Marcy, Loved your story about the porch painting, anti-ferret landlord! I live in a pet-free apartment, too. It's very old and we're always needing repairs. Most of the repair guys are cool with the critters, but one of them is a real jerk, and if he sees a pet in your place, he will imediately go tell the landlord. When he comes to the door, I look through the peep hole, yell 'just a second!', then run around the place like mad, shoving litter boxes and cages(why do we still have that thing?) into closets and under beds. Once, I shoved my head under the sink and soaked it, then emptied my books out of my backpack and threw Seymour and PK inside. I opened the door, said 'sorry, I was in the shower', and walked past him casually, jiggling bag thrown over my shoulder. Then we drove to Petsmart and walking around looking at the millions of things I couldn't afford to buy for them *sigh*. And Seymour tried to eat a canary. heh heh. Can't wait for the lease to run out! --Barbara T. *********************************************************************** | your name here | | [log in to unmask] | *********************************************************************** [Posted in FML issue 1354]