The ad said that pets were welcome, but within a couple of minutes of talking to the landlord, it was clear that while they might maybe possibly consider the idea of maybe considering an application from one who owns pets, they'd really prefer not to rent to someone with pets. It would have been helpful if the ad had just said something like, I dunno, maybe "no pets"? The guy also went on and on and on and onandon about having to clean up dog pee and shampoo the carpets 9 times (apparently instead of replacing them, which is what he should do if they still smell), even though I kept trying to cut to the chase to say that I have (well-behaved-ish) cats. In the end I found out the two following rules that I think both suck eggs (and which, again, would be unnecessary if they just flat out went with no pets, which seems fair enough for a landlord to say, instead of looking like a huge asshat):
- For dogs, "no mutts." No mixed breeds allowed. Pure breeds only. The reason, he said, is that "you can't tell if there could be some Pit[bull] in there." So, basically, almost anyone who does a good thing by providing a typically mutt kind of shelter dog another chance at a good life can't live there, even if it's like a Chihuahua and Yorkshire Terrier mix, or some other very obviously tiny and harmless mix. It's one thing to restrict certain breeds for size or safety concerns (though, even then, the owners play a huge role - I've met some very darling and sweet Pitbulls), but a blanket rule about "mutts" is over the top, ignorant, stupid and generally not the kind of place I want to live.
- For cats, even if you provide appropriate materials for scratching, and even if you (presumably since we didn't get that far) pay a deposit, you must have your cat's paws basically amputated at what would be the equivalent to the last knuckle of your finger, also known as declawing (something I feel strongly about, as does the Humane Society of the United States). Imagine walking around on those feet for the rest of your life. Ouch! It's cruel and inhumane and illegal in many countries, just not here in the States. There are so many alternatives, like knowing how to properly trim your cats claws or just outsmarting your cat with alternatives.
Luckily, the original place we were hoping to get did come through *insert huge sigh of relief*, and our lease will start this Friday, though the major part of our move won't be until next Friday (which is still pretty damn quick - 12 days from finding out we were moving!). I'm OK with this since the new place is located near where we are and will allow me to procure a washer, dryer and fridge (eek! buying used) so that it's livable by next week. I'll also get to go over there with some of those loose end type items that are a pain in the ass to pack as well as a few boxes here and there to get some of the boxes out of my hair here, which is awesome because the cats, um, always scratch the hell out of the boxes when we are moving (which might kind of be inappropriate but not worth mutilation).
Hug your kitties today. Doggies, too. Or whatever pets. And think happy packing thoughts for me, which is what I should be doing instead of blogging.