Image via WikipediaWhoever says house shopping is fun is lying. Yikes, it’s a mine field. First I had to sell my mobile home. It’s in a park which means I don’t own the land. A sharp “shrewdster” who claims to be a born-again Christian owns the land. When he came through the house he asked about the washer-dryer among other things. I told him he could only have the washer-dryer if I buy a house that has these appliances. After waiting weeks for my purchase agreement he has written the washer dryer in on the agreement. Now I can’t sign it. We have to go through more before we have an agreement. How many weeks will it be this time? Maybe the deal will fall through.
When I moved in this park was overrun with feral cats left by previous occupants. One of the cats was an old Tom cat who I called, originally enough, Tom. Tom was a wily old cat and an excellent patriarch. He ruled the troops and there were rarely fights. But Tom lost all his teeth. So, stupidly, and in best good Samaritan tradition I started to feed Tom, outside. Pretty soon I was feeding Tom’s whole tribe (probably 15 cats). Then someone abandoned two orange and white cats here, probably a sister and a brother. The minute I saw them I knew they were trouble. They were not feral. Feral cats never come in the house. These two came in every time I opened the door. The whole thing just escalated out of control. I asked for help. No one could help. I wrote an editorial in the paper. Still no help. Finally an older man in the park complained and then the town mobilized their forces and came to collect the cats. I did not inquire too closely but they said they saved all cats that could be socialized and did not have feline leukemia. Now my landlord also wants me to clean any cat leavings from beneath the trailer. In my mind these were his cats, but he wanted us to ignore them (which was almost impossible). It must be true that no good deed goes unpunished.
I will have to pick my battles, fight for the washer-dryer – clean up the cat crap myself. Never feed any cats outdoors. Everyone will hate you if you do it. It will cost you lots of money and you will win no points.
Hopefully the events in this newest chapter of my house-hunting saga will get ironed out and I can move onward in the world of house shopping, a world that is so unfriendly to consumers (about which I will have more to say later).