Unfortunately she lived right below me, and was my landlady’s mother-in-law.
I wasn’t supposed to have any pets. But, in fact, I had a cat. Who would notice one more cat, when there were three dozen in the yard?
She was also deaf–so deaf that, if somebody came over, and smiled at her nicely, and said “Fuck you, old lady!” she would smile back. If I parked my car in the wrong place–so that she could see it out her window–she would open her door and slam it shut until I moved the car.
The stairs to my place smelled so awful that some people would jump off my balcony so as not to have to walk down them.
Of course, I went on to move elsewhere, and at one point my roommate and I had 13 cats (including the original one I got away with in the previous apartment–she was a long-term cat, 18 years), so the two of us were collectively well on our way to being the crazy cat ladies. We both self-corrected; I now have only two cats, and one dog. Roomie got married and had eight kids.