***stardust

so attempt #1 at getting a cat didn't go so well...
I *knew* this was going to happen, but I've mentioned misgivings before and I felt a bit cold-shouldered, so I've kept my mouth shut the last few days, trying to be optimistic.

So we get out to the Humane Society's place outside of Jamestown, and there are the sweeetest cats everywhere omg. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Like we walk in the door and there's a few cats right there and Britt and I *instantly* fall in love with this darling little grey cat. And then there's another grey cat. And then there's the softest black'n'white cat (who we loved..uhm, until as I was holding her? she *flipped* out and bit me and I have no idea why ^^;;; and you guys know me, I'm so totally a cat-person, I have no idea what happened, it's not like I did anything wrong), then there's the most playful little spazz-cat, all brown and black and little... And then there were the two I thought were really sweet, one a tawny cream who kept butting up against the side of her lil compartment there, wanting attention, and the one beside her.. oh my goodness, the preeeettiest cat.. part siamese, it seemed, but friendly nonetheless, a soft brownish cream with darker areas by her ears and feet (but striped a little there, not like, straight siamese I think)..with the most *incredible* blue eyes I have ever seen on a cat, so bright and clear and...
So I was totally in love, Britt was totally in love...
Then, in talking to one of the workers, we found out that not only do they need to *call* our landlord? but he needs to fill out some paperwork, before they let us have the cat.
Justin put out the idea of giving them his grandpa's number and having him say he's our landlord...which, uhm, yeah, is a WEE bit sketchy.

Finally we tore ourselves away and headed back out to leave.. and Justin'n'Meghan seemed pretty set to give up. But Britt and I really think we should just sit down with ~~Babbit~~ Norm and reason things out with him - cos we really *do* have reason on our side. (1) We're good tenants, we've done so much to clean and fix up this place, really? he owes us, yo. (2) He has a $300 security deposit FROM EACH OF US. $1200 is *far* beyond the amount of damage one little cat could cause (and it's not like you'd notice any further damage on anything in this house anyway). (3) With as good of care as we're trying to take of this place, obviously we're going to be able to take care of a cat. (4) He said he'd had a bad time with a tenant having a DOG. Not a cat. On top of that, we're purposely going for an older cat, who's not going to be spazzing all over.

So, really, if we just sit the four of us down and calmly present all of this to Norm, if he's at all a reasonable person (which I think he is, a little slow it would seem about some things, but a decent enough person), we've got a good shot.
But Justin seems pretty down on the idea, all 'well it didn't work before, so it won't work now'. Yeah that's cos he fed Norm some made-up story *on the phone*, about a *dog*. I think a puppy, even, at that. Also, that was before Britt and I even got here, I don't even know that Justin'd been here more'n a few weeks.

If Justin would hold off on being negative for five fecking minutes, and was willing to have all four of us talk to Norm in person, we really would have a fair shot.

B'sides, it was him trying by himself to casually try to get Norm to agree to a dog. This would be Britt and I trying to talk him into a cat.
Britt and I're damned stubborn, especially Britt, and we're mad good at arguing things.

*Ananda Daydream * 1:51 PM * *

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