Andrew J. Lederer

After months without a place to call my own, at the moment I have two apartments -- the temporarily permanent one and another where I'm expected to feed a cat and take care of other bidness while the master is out of town.

The "cat house", features a Persian feline, formerly a scaredy-cat in my presence, who has taken to following me everywhere. Luckily my allergies aren't acting up too badly. (I think I developed an immunity during my tenure hiding out more or less daily at my chef and video curator's THC-infused den of protection.)

My fear is that the lessee of record at the temporarily permanent place, remembering how sweet life was, will decide that, since I have this other domicile, he'd just as soon have his place to himself. But the cat house is permanently temporary, not temporarily permanent, so if one pad becoming two results in two becoming one, this current residential abundance will have been just another of life's ironic jokes.

Hallelujah.