Woo! I have a place to live with my husband! I got the call today that we were approved to get the apartment we applied for. I didn’t have too much of a doubt since I know there is nothing in either of our records that would prevent something like that. But, as I’ve been telling Ben for the last week, I don’t want to count my chickens, as it were.
Now, we have to be extra cautious about our living situation. The complex only allows two pets. We have three. We have lied about the cat. I’m fine with it. We discussed giving her to a family member. My parents can’t take her with the feral cat they took in about a year ago. My brother cannot take her, even tho I think he would. Typical post-college kid; he would love her and care for her, but I also think his friends would feed her beer and tuna from a can. Beer from a bottle would be a much classier option. That leaves Ben’s family. MIL and DIL have a dog, and the cat does not care for her. Aunt and Uncle could take her because they already have a cat that gets along well with other cats. It just seems like a lot to ask. I’m going to try to keep her. It’s decided. She’ll just have to deal with the fact that she will be an indoor cat from now on. Sorry, babe.
Moving into an apartment? That will be a whole other story that I can’t wait to see play out. (Slight sarcasm.) Stay tuned. Going from a house to an apartment poses some unique challenges, like where the hell do we keep all of our stuff now?! Ben thinks we need to get a storage locker. I halfheartedly agree with him, I just don’t want to pay the extra money. The apt we are getting is at the top of our budget as it is right now. Let’s see how it all plays out!