Just in case I don't blog about this or that complaint going on in Farmers Branch, TX, I'm preoccupied. Someone left a tiny (3 weeks old, max) kitten on my doorstep on November 11, 2013, so I'll be busy caring for the wee one.
I've heard the Banging Brood and the Upstairs Stomper, I've acknowledged the fact that the Banging Brood beat on the wall repeatedly at 11:05 p.m. on November 11, 2013. But with this literal fur baby meowing in my ear, I have a more important focus than unruly children or lead-footed upstairs neighbors. That doesn't mean I don't hear them. It means that I now have a tiny spark of life depending on me to help her survive.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to return and take care of the newest member of the household.
And by the way, the apartment manager knows about the situation. I just need to find a loving home for the ex-roommate's cat and I'll be back to the pet limit.