Last week was a little stressful at work, and I do believe it was Wednesday when I came home around 7:30 from a really long day. All I wanted to do was lace up my running shoes and take Sadie for a nice long jaunt around town before it got too dark.
I had my running shorts on, one running shoe half laced up and my t-shirt half pulled over my head when I noticed a giant hole in my ceiling. My first thought was that the handy man came to inspect a leak that was causing a problem from the upstairs apartment and left a giant mess. Insert: slightly flustered. Then I open my shower door to find broken ceiling tile all my shower, with dust everywhere. Insert: raising levels of rage.
So I continue to try and get ready for my run with Sadie and see a shadow move behind my bathroom window. If you know me, and know how completely paranoid I am about things like that, you might be rolling on the floor laughing while tears stream down your face. I have a window in my shower (solid work architect) and I have a curtain covering said window. That is where the shadow was moving. I immediately think somebody is outside my window trying to get in. Then I see it… a tail swish and an ear flick.
Back story: My neighbor beside me has three cats. She is never home to take care of them, thus causing the most horrifying cat smells in my apartment. I have called, texted, emailed and written letters of complaint about this issue.
One her cats fell through my ceiling.
Once I realize this sweet fact, I am in full rage mode. I face time my mother and am so angry to the point I am two seconds away from crying. You know what she does? She laughs. She laughs so hard she popped an ab, fell to the floor and had tears streaming down her face. A CAT FELL THROUGH MY CEILING. Let’s please just try and wrap our minds around this little fact.
It makes it so much funnier knowing how much I loathe felines. Only me. It would only happen to me. The Worlds #1 cat hater. The girl who wanted to be just like her aunt and become a veterinarian, but then chose marine animals so I wouldn’t have to work on cats. Either way, the plan failed, but still.
I didn’t touch the cat the entire time it was in the bathroom. Thankfully, it fell right into the bathtub which was closed off, because I didn’t shut the bathroom door that day and Sadie was just chilling in the apartment all day. I say thankfully for Sadie’s sake, not the cat. The second Sadie realized something was in the tub she stuck her fat head in there and got punched by a cat. Lord only knows what that creature would have done to Sadie if it wasn’t closed in. Cat punches obviously mean it wants to play with me, right Mom!?
So I called my landlady, she didn’t answer. I texted her over and over again trying to get in touch with her. It took a solid 15 minutes before she responded and I tried so hard to explain to her what happened. She ended up sending the handyman that lived 40 minutes away to come and handle the situation. He got the cat out, put it in a carrier and waited for my neighbor to get home… which took a solid hour. Nobody could get in touch with cat owning neighbor. I left because I just could not handle the situation one more second, and never saw or heard of the cat again. I still don’t know if it was my neighbors cat, she hasn’t been home since the incident.
I emailed my landlady again about the smell and the fact homegirls cat fell through my ceiling, but have yet to receive a response. I’ll be sure to send my rent check in with as much urgency as she has to respond to my emails.
For your viewing pleasure, here is the video of the cat incident I posted on Instagram.
Go ahead, laugh until you cry. It’s fine. It really is just so unbelievably funny that you just have to laugh. I understand. Trust me.