She's not going to be happy...

My apartment building doesn't have too many units, but two are them are occupied by women I'm pretty sure are certified cat ladies. One of them was the one who had my keys when I was supposed to move in, and it was from the point I retrieved them from her that she entered my life and has yet to leave.

On the day I was moving in I was waiting with my mom and a friend in my living room on my new futon when there was a knock on the door. Thinking it was my dad trying to get in we yelled such choice things as "Go away! We don't want any!" and "No housekeeping here!". After we got no response I opened the door to find Cat Lady on the other side, slinking away. She was coming to tell me a few rules about living in the building which were apparently essential to my well-being. I had no idea I was signing up for dorm life all over again.

In late October there was a knock on my door on a Sunday evening. I opened it to see Cat Lady once again. Apparently I had been parking my car too far to the right and not leaving enough room for the snow pile. Remember all the snow in October? And November? And December? Oh yeah, that's right, there wasn't any.

After standing there getting my lecture during which I could only nod complacently and act as though I was incredibly concerned about my parking habits I promised to park with the apartment rules. Keep in mind I pay more than $50 a month for the privilege of following these rules.

So imagine my surprise when I arrived home this evening to discover an unfamiliar car parked 3/4 in my neighbor's parking space and 1/4 in my parking space. I assumed my neighbor just had an unfamiliar car for some reason. Nope, not the case, as I saw them pull up a few moments later with a look of confusion. Just wait until the Cat Lady gets to this visitor...