They’re Homeless
January 24th 2011 21:00
Now that Brett has moved out of his cottage, his former landlord has decided to bump the rent up by a nice $150/week through a different real estate agent. Talk about highway robbery.
“The agent probably cut a deal with the owner: If he decided to sign up with his agency, he can try to get him more rent in exchange for no commission,” snickered my sister, who works in property. She also hates Brett.
But I digress: Today he told me he has to find a new home for Butterscotch and Gingersnap. “The boarding house owner has been inundated with bookings over summer so I’ve got to find a new home for them starting from next week.”
“If it’s only for a couple of days, I could take them as I know some people who can give them short term accommodation,” I suggested. “But if it’s longer, I think you should get Vicky to take them.” Vicky, a mutual (Facebook) friend was a good choice for several reasons: 1) she loves cats, 2) her own two cats get on with Butterscotch and Gingersnap and 3) I knew Brett trusted her and she could be relied on to take care of my (our?) boys properly.
Still, Brett didn’t seem keen on either idea.
“What are you going to do with them then?” I probed.
“Oh, I’ll probably put them down,” he said.
“You wouldn’t, would you?”
“Of course I wouldn’t. I’ve got to put them somewhere where they can run around outdoors. I hate to keep them inside.”
“What about your parents? I know they have a dog but how big is it?”
“It’s small but dogs drive the boys nuts. They hate them.”
“Surely, with a three bedroom house, you could find a way to keep the dog separated from the boys,” I said. Again, Brett seemed to veto my idea. That was when I gave up. As they say, you can lead a cat to the saucer…
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