Caturday Café – 24/3/2018 – Flat mate Day

Well, living in barracks, you certainly get to know your “comrades in arms”. (Comrade comes from the Latin for roommate – often in barracks – camerata in Italian (A camera is a room, usually a bedroom).

When I was younger I had flatmates, most but not all of them very agreeable. Later on, when things were over between myself and a companion whom I thought was agreeable but turned out to be anything but, I put up ads for flatmates, and wound up with students considerably younger than myself who acted like roomers and expected me to do everything for them. So I got a smaller place, and from then on flatmates have been exclusively feline. As of now even if I should meet that special companion, I’d definitely not move in with him – I’ll keep my own place…

I don’t think landlords should be able to refuse cats – they can’t refuse children here, and Livia is very much a family member. Tenants are always responsible for damage caused by their human children, other relatives and FrIENDS… An exception to that could be if a landlord or member of their family, or another tenant, has severe allergies.

Sometimes I work at a research institute in Europe, but all the translators and other facilitators are entitled to their own rooms. I don’t think I could share a room with someone now.

Got my hair cut early this morning. Feels good! Livia always looks splendid, never needs haircuts, but soon, I’ll have to comb and brush her every day…

Is it vintage season in NZ now? You have such good white wine.

I always wonder where you travel most, as there isn’t a lot “nearby”. Oz? Southeast Asia?

One can never predict the future, but don’t worry, I’m keeping my own flat. I have a lovely balcony with a mature maple tree in front. And in the back, a “green lane” between the rows of triplexes, with a lot of greenery and a 10kmh speed limit to protect children and furry family.

Spring is slow to come this year, but at least I’ve been able to wash my vintage woollen blankets and hang them out to air. They pretty much dried indoors, but outdoors removes that sort of “closed-in” odour houses get in the wintertime even if they are clean.

There is a darling little tiger-striped cat just on the other side of the lane.

Well if I wasn’t married I wouldn’t want a flat mate, unless, of course, I really needed help with expenses. But like KJ, I’m kind of private. I’ll share my home with cats though!
Geez, PG, I’m sorry there’s an issue with a landlord not allowing cats. My mom rents the house next door and allows cats and even small dogs, but does draw the line at big dogs. Not meaning to discriminate, but big dogs ruin hardwood floors rather quickly.
Willow is 17 pounds! Wow. That’s how much Comet weighs, but he doesn’t walk all over me. He knows other buttons to push, such as jumping on my dresser at 4am, or marching right up to me in bed and meowing loudly in my ear. Comet does not have an inside voice!
MS, the foil-covered room cracks me up! Years ago a bunch of us “decorated” boss’s office for his birthday. Wrapped his desktop stuff in plastic wrap, swapped his office chair for a beach chair and put post-it notes everywhere. Also put his face on a burly muscle man from a magazine, made copies and stashed them everywhere. I’m sure there are still copies waiting to be discovered!
Your balcony sounds wonderful, Lagatta! It sounds like a nice place to unwind, have a cup of tea and watch/listen to the birds.
That storm missed us too, yay! It is still a challenge to walk across the dam and around the lake, but a lot of snow has melted.
This morning we discovered we ran out of propane. We both got hot showers, and didn’t know until hubby went to light a burner on the stove. With the wood burner out overnight, it was getting pretty chilly downstairs. In the grand scheme of things, it could have been a whole lot worse. Could have been a frigid day, or during a snowstorm. Called for a delivery, and now our tank is nice and full.