Temp Apt Fail 8

 
Percy:  Ah, this is the life.  I don't know why Jan is complaining about bent Venetian blind slats.  I am so comfy here by the window.

I am continuing the story of my to-date futile private apartment hunt.  At this point, I am on a storage shelf in front of a porch window. 

This is an apartment with a view of the dog pen.

This is the view from the other side of the window.  No, I am not a checkered cat.  I am peering through a screen.

I don't believe this!  Jan said I am destroying the blind and have pulled down the curtain, so she raised the blind, moved the shelves, and put the old curtain back where she thinks it belongs.  Now she says I can stay in my new apartment.

This apartment was decorated the way I want it and she has redecorated it without my permission.  I don't like the new decor so I am giving her the back of disrespect.  What does she do?  She takes pictures.  It's plain I am never going to get any privacy here, so even though I really like this apartment ...

I'm out of here!

And I've moved back to where I began this series.  In the bathroom.  On a shelf.

I'll teach her to try to make me more comfortable.  A mancat would rather sleep on a basket of sharp objects if it means he has his privacy.

Marcus:  Uh, Percy, you do realize there is no privacy on a shelf in the bathroom?  We can all see you.

Percy:  Then close your eyes and pretend you aren't here.

Marcus:  Okay.  Will you let me know when it's okay to open them again?

Percy:  Yes, I'll call you in October.
 

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