“Exposed Secrets: The Shocking Consequences of Hiding Pets from Landlords!”
I had an illegal cat when living in a student room. Pets weren’t allowed but hell if I was to live without a cat. One of my friends lived in the same house and had cats as well, she told me the landlord hardly ever came round, so took my chances. Had an awesome time with my little cat, she helped me not be lonely (first time on my own). But of course, after about a year, the landlord came by unexpectedly and she greeted him happily. Sigh. He told me she had to go. I was so upset, didn’t know what to do. And even though I was already an adult, my father called the landlord and managed to convince the man to let me keep her for the remaining 8 months I’d be living there (there was a fixed moment since I had to go study abroad and would move out). Always loved my dad for it. And of course the landlord was awesome for allowing it. Bought him a big bottle of expensive booze as a thank you.
The cat sadly died last year, she was 16 and had always stayed my little girl. She hated most people but loved my now husband. Loved her and still miss her.
My landlord in college allowed caged pets but had a “no zoo animals” policy. He tried to evict me over the fact that I own a snake. Ended up getting student legal services involved, they argued that “no zoo animals” is absurdly vague and that because I am not a zoo, my snake is not a zoo animal.
They never found out.
Also, they had the audacity to have people donate to local shelter to win a free month rent, when none of their apartments allow pets, and they own almost all of the apartments in the entire town, meaning no-one with pets can rent in my town, and no-one renting can actually adopt from the shelter.
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