Though I bemoaned this problem at lengthhere, I have once again got in over my head with a single lady owning an incredibly obnoxious number of pets.
At this moment, I am staying for the first time in her house, in central Florida, and am thoroughly skeeved out by the atrocious stink of her elderly dog, by the pervasive odor and all-purpose filthifying hair and general nuisance of her uncountable (I think there may be 8, possibly 7, maybe 9) cats, and my return ticket is in another 9 days. If you can suggest ways to keep my sanity, please let me know. I am typing this on a chair on her front lawn because I literally began to puke from the stench.
Before you blast me, let me tell you what to blast me for: naivete.
I didn’t get involved with a pet-owner blindly, but rather safely. We corresponded for a few months, commencing around the time of the above-referenced thread, and I had carefully asked her if she were a pet-owner, telling her frankly that that was a dealbreaker for me. She admitted that she was BUT:
her only dog was 14 years old (I think) and she was committed to NOT replacing him when he met his maker. (I don’t have problems with dogs, have owned some, and have cheerfully lived with roommates’ dogs for years) so this didn’t seem like a problem, especially since she explained her dog was a mostly outside dog.
she was a multiple cat-owner but strictly involuntarily. Her ex-boyfriend had insisted on importing MANY cats (far morethan 9) into their home, and when they broke up, had no place to live so her only options were to kill the poor things or to try and give them away–she felt it was far more humane (the sweet kitties hadnt done anything wrong, had they? No, so why should they suffer because her ex- was a dick). We spoke several time in December about her efforts to rid her home of all these cats. “Good,” I told her, “because I can’t stay in a house filled with cats.”
I came to Florida in January, and I stayed in a motel, met her, and she accepted my invite to come to my house in NYC in February, which she did for five days.
She invited me to visit her home in Florida during springbreak, and reported that she’d gotten two cats adopted and her son had agreed to take two more with him when he moved out, which should be any day now, and she was working vigorously on getting rid of the rest of them immediately. This is where I was naive–that sounded as if there were a real chance that the house would be kitty-free by the time spring break rolled around, so I bought a plane ticket.
I arrived yesterday, and
- her son will be moving out at the END of spring break, so those two cats are still here.
she has gotten no response to any of the ads she’s written advertising free cats, so the uncountable rest of them are still here.
The elderly dog has gotten so elderly that he basically sits on the couch all day and stinks. He may be already be dead, judging from the odor, but every so often he opens his eyes, so probably not.
I can physically stand it, as long as I can spend 12 hours a day outside of her stinky house (I think) but if anyone has tips for me to remain pleasant and sane during the other 12 hours, most of which I can spend asleep, I’ll be grateful.