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Ooooo, I'm not happy >.
Oct. 14th, 2003 06:51 amSo yesterday I go to the resident center to talk about moving into a smaller and cheaper apartment, right? Well, we also discussed moving fees, and so the question came up of pets. I told her about the rats. She said there was nothing in the lease that said I could have the rats. I told her that the man who helped me fill out my lease forms said small caged animals were alright. She pointed out the lease paragraph that said no dogs, cats, birds, fish, reptiles, small animals, yadda yadda without written permission...which said man had not added to the lease when he was filling it out. She found his name and said "Bradley knows to write that down!"
Yeah, but what does this mean for *me*? Have I had illegal animals in my apartment for two years or what? She didn't know. *facepalm* She was also very quick to point out that verbal contracts are not binding.
So, what does this mean? I can probably argue the rats, as I have a witness (my cousin) who was there when Bradley said it was alright to have them. But I'm going to have to get rid of the crabs.
5-gallon tererrium with sliding screen lid, two crabs, mulchy stuff, plant, extra shells, and food - $25. Right here. Anybody want 'em?
Also? After all this, and after I assure the lady that they are indeed caged animals never outside of the cage without close supervision...I wake up this morning, come out of the bedroom, turn on the light...and see Pooka in the middle of the living room floor. She freezes, staring at me like "Oh SHIT" and then DIVES under the couch. So I check the cage. Yup, one girl rat left: Thistle. Thistle is a *good* rat. Pooka is under the couch and Fluffy is also nowhere to be seen.
So I lay down on the floor, Pooka comes out, dives under, comes out, dives under, comes out--and I grab her in mid-dive. Throw her in the cage. Then I go look for Fluffy. She's under a bunch of pillows. I throw her in. Then I throw a phonebook on top of the cage and go get ready for work.
-_-;; Oy.
Yeah, but what does this mean for *me*? Have I had illegal animals in my apartment for two years or what? She didn't know. *facepalm* She was also very quick to point out that verbal contracts are not binding.
So, what does this mean? I can probably argue the rats, as I have a witness (my cousin) who was there when Bradley said it was alright to have them. But I'm going to have to get rid of the crabs.
5-gallon tererrium with sliding screen lid, two crabs, mulchy stuff, plant, extra shells, and food - $25. Right here. Anybody want 'em?
Also? After all this, and after I assure the lady that they are indeed caged animals never outside of the cage without close supervision...I wake up this morning, come out of the bedroom, turn on the light...and see Pooka in the middle of the living room floor. She freezes, staring at me like "Oh SHIT" and then DIVES under the couch. So I check the cage. Yup, one girl rat left: Thistle. Thistle is a *good* rat. Pooka is under the couch and Fluffy is also nowhere to be seen.
So I lay down on the floor, Pooka comes out, dives under, comes out, dives under, comes out--and I grab her in mid-dive. Throw her in the cage. Then I go look for Fluffy. She's under a bunch of pillows. I throw her in. Then I throw a phonebook on top of the cage and go get ready for work.
-_-;; Oy.
