I heard the cats discussing how I like to get in their cat tree. Plus, they’ve been pretty sneaky here lately. Then, Mom spent all day at an attorney’s office and I heard her tell Dad they talked about an upcoming eviction. WHAT?? Now, wait a minute. Those cats are behind this. I just know.
I’m sure she was there to find out all my rights–she should have taken me, but she said “no dogs or cats allowed”. WHAT??? I thought this was Portland–Portland LOVES dogs. Besides, I’m her client, not those cats. At least I’d better be.
That’s Mystic down at the foyer. The penthouse is above me.
Well, Thailing was in the penthouse one morning when I got into the lower condo. She had a F-I-T. What’s up with that? She usually sleeps in the kitchen WAYYYY up on top of the pantry. Does she think she has sole rights to this place? Mystic is usually up there and she is OK with me in the condo.
See what I mean?
OK, where’s their contract on this cat tree? Or do they have a long-term lease? Are they current on their rent and condo fees? If they can’t cough up anything more than a hairball, maybe I’ll have a chance for the lower condo!!
But, I need to know my rights. Maybe I’ll be a SQUATTER!! Good idea, huh?
Mom says in Oregon, a squatter has to “squat” on the property (the lower condo, in my case) for 10 continuous years, without the legal owners there. I guess I that won’t work, because I’m only 9-months old……Then what? Oh, wait! 9-months in dog years is more than 10 YEARS in hu-man year. Ha! Maybe I have a case.
Mom says I should “work it out” with the kitties and that might keep them from evicting me. Hmmm, do you think they’ll give me a settlement offer? Well, I think I’ll offer them some terms of my own:
- Rights to the lower condo during the day (they can have it all night),
- Slapping me is not allowed while a cat is in the penthouse and I’m in the condo,
- Equal division in upkeep–I won’t cough up a hairball if they won’t. Oh, wait. I don’t have hairballs–I’m a DOG. Well, how about…no hairballs from them and I won’t leave acorns in the condo.
- An unobstructed view to the outside. (Kitties can’t sit on the windowsill.)
I think that’s more than fair. So, now it’s a waiting game. I wonder if they will come back with a counter-offer or accept my terms? I bet they’ll accept them–they secretly really like me.