Rains, pours.
Thank you all for your lovely responses to my previous post about separating from my husband. You have no idea how much it means to me. I will respond to each of you soon.
Now, I am being threatened with eviction. Yep, I have a lot of cats. I work in rescue. There are too many cats. Several have been returned to me after being adopted out as kittens (new baby, other reasons, etc). I have a few seniors, one whom I have had for 17 years and he means the world to me.
You're thinking I live in a crazy hoarder situation if you don't know me. Well, I don't. My place is very clean and the cats well-cared for. I attend adoption events every weekend to find good homes for cats who otherwise would have been killed at the shelter. New York has a very high kill rate and a poor shelter system, one which relies on non-profit volunteer groups like mine to save dogs and cats - most of them owner surrenders. I have a cleaning person three times a week who is also someone I rely on for friendship, who has helped me tremendously during the worst of my depression (yes the rescue and depression are linked, I am in therapy after all).
It is what it is - I'm not mad at neighbors who've complained or anything else. I want to rectify the situation. My rescue group has been invaluable - supporting me, rehoming foster cats, and taking in my own cats while I deep clean the floors. I hope this will all be over soon. But I don't know -- the management company would love to get me out of this rent-stablized apartment and they are ruthless when it comes to that.
I've cried a lot, said a lot of difficult goodbyes to cats I felt responsible for, and it's not over. The aforementioned husband and separation have been put on the back burner, and in a way, it's good that he's not here. Good to know also that he has no intention of lending a hand or a shoulder for any of this.
I'll be very tired once this is behind me.
Now, I am being threatened with eviction. Yep, I have a lot of cats. I work in rescue. There are too many cats. Several have been returned to me after being adopted out as kittens (new baby, other reasons, etc). I have a few seniors, one whom I have had for 17 years and he means the world to me.
You're thinking I live in a crazy hoarder situation if you don't know me. Well, I don't. My place is very clean and the cats well-cared for. I attend adoption events every weekend to find good homes for cats who otherwise would have been killed at the shelter. New York has a very high kill rate and a poor shelter system, one which relies on non-profit volunteer groups like mine to save dogs and cats - most of them owner surrenders. I have a cleaning person three times a week who is also someone I rely on for friendship, who has helped me tremendously during the worst of my depression (yes the rescue and depression are linked, I am in therapy after all).
It is what it is - I'm not mad at neighbors who've complained or anything else. I want to rectify the situation. My rescue group has been invaluable - supporting me, rehoming foster cats, and taking in my own cats while I deep clean the floors. I hope this will all be over soon. But I don't know -- the management company would love to get me out of this rent-stablized apartment and they are ruthless when it comes to that.
I've cried a lot, said a lot of difficult goodbyes to cats I felt responsible for, and it's not over. The aforementioned husband and separation have been put on the back burner, and in a way, it's good that he's not here. Good to know also that he has no intention of lending a hand or a shoulder for any of this.
I'll be very tired once this is behind me.