Some of you who know me well know about my apartment woes in Atlanta. I love Atlanta. I do. It’s just insanely expensive to live there sometimes on a normal post graduation salary, and most apartments that are affordable on rent have a max of two pets per space and don’t allow German Shepherd Dogs–It took me a very long time to find a place to live.
Truth: In all of the apartments communities I’ve lived in since moving to Georgia, I’ve had three pets. This is of course, one over the max of the normal two. It’s never mattered before. Neighbors usually let well enough alone, and I vacuum like a madwoman to deal with pet hair and more. In the community where I live now, however, I have some…um…well let’s just be blunt: Heinous, nosey neighbors that I utterly detest. These neighbors are so nosey, in fact, that they called to complain that I had three animals in my apartment.
Thanks to these vile beings, my kit-cats (read: cats) had to go live at grandma’s house until I could buy a home. This absence is one of the reasons that you don’t hear about the lovely Briseis and Jasper very often, and why my life is devoid of cat behavior…which I miss. There’s something about an animal that a) does not love you unconditionally and b) is sarcastic just in their existence. I’ve missed the cats, their snark, and their hilarious behavior. Today I got to see them both lounging in the sun at grandma’s house. Here are a few farm shots so that you can see the kittehs and a bit of where I grew up.
And now, for the scenery: