A Week To Forget

Many of my furrends were complaining about the loud July 4th fireworks displays. They were scary I’m sure but at least they weren’t in your safe place—your home. Last week was a very trying week for The Cat as I had constant noise right outside my apartment door.

Remember Bummy, the unhinged young man who lived on our floor? Yeah, the one who’s one fry short of a Happy Meal. They finally got permission to go in and clean out his condo. OMC! It took two men working nine-hours days three days to haul out all the junk he had collected in there.

My hell days started around 8:30 a.m. when they’d throw—and I mean throw—planks down on the carpet so it wouldn’t get ruined when they wheeled the dumpster in and out. The first day wasn’t too bad since they put plastic mats near our door instead of throwing the wood. I retired into my office UTB for less than half an hour. I spent the rest of the day standing at the door being nosy as they wheeled load after load of Bummy junk past our door. TW shouldn’t talk about MY being nosy as you’ll see. MOL!

Speaking of noses, the stench in the hall and on the elevator was almost unbearable! Musty, dirty odors. My poor sensitive kitty nose! Opening the hall windows didn’t help since it was hot and humid outside. We have the only key for those windows besides the Super and who knows what “important” business he was off on. If he’d lived on this floor, he would have made it his business to get the hall aired out.

This went on for two more days—the plank throwing, the odor, the crashing of dishes and whatever being thrown into the dumpster and then the dumpster being wheeled past our door. Each morning, I’d run into my office UTB until I thought it might be safe to come out. I’d alternate between going UTB and being nosy. It was insane!

Can I catch a disease standing here? Ew!

Here’s the part about TW being nosy. To air out the apartment and make sure the hall smelled horrible, they left the door to his apartment open at night. You guessed it. TW invited herself in and, through the miracle of PhotoShop, let me have a look-see also. She didn’t actually walk all the way in but I did. I think I need an antibiotic shot after hanging in there.

Thank Cod, Bummy didn’t have any animals cos that apartment wasn’t fit for cat or woofie.