How is goes down is this. We live in the bottom part of a two story house. When my housemates rented the place they were told that the upstairs neighbor was a single mom with a kid. That's fine, they thought, because you can't hear the upstairs, really, unless people are walking on it.
Except, of course, our upstairs neighbors are not a single mom with child, but rather two women with a cat on a leash. Read over that last part again, because it's the strangest part for me. It boggles my mind how anyone can A) get a cat in a leash and B) have it stay in the leash. But, not, if we go outside we'll often see the cat tied to one end of the stairs, playing happily in the grass. It is insane and I still can't get over it. Explaining the house to new people I always add "and there's a cat! ON A LEASH!" It's the weirdest part of this neighborhood for me, and so I am completely in love with it. If you were wondering, the cat's name is Robert.
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