I just got a call from Mr. Kelly, who wanted to make sure everything is hunky dory and to remind me to take the hose off the outside water spout. He told me that he never hears from anyone on our lot (there's more than one building here, our house and a very small 2-story apartment building) and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. I told him it was good, and that we love our house.
You know, I just can't understand mean landlords now that I've had a great one. Everything is just so much more pleasant for all parties involved when everyone is kind to each other. Mr. Kelly doesn't pester us, we pay our rent on time, he has a steady stream of income from his real estate investment, and we don't have to worry about the place being sold out from under us. It's great!
In other news, kitty is feeling bold and brassy today. She just sharpened her claws on the couch while looking me right in the eye and meowing. The little stinker.