another post about my cat
I am of the belief that all Philadelphia landlords are scum. I have rented two apartments and two houses from four different real estate companies and, so far, no one has proved me wrong. The man and woman who own Rittenhouse Properties (from whom I rent currently), despite being lovely people, have made no attempt to rectify the fact that for the last month and a half there has been no cold water in my shower.
I did not mistype- cold water. No cold water comes out of my shower. Hot water does. Hot water in large scalding amounts. Between desperate calls to Rittenhouse Properties, Max takes army showers. I prefer the bath route, an activity which fascinates Monsieur Chaton. He has been crawling into bed at night with various wet patches. I assumed he had been playing in his water dish until I walked in one morning to find this grinning face in the sink:
It seems kitty is a bath baby, too.
