Forgery League

They’ve resumed tearing up the concrete along the streetcar tracks. (The middle two lanes of King Street are now a big long trench from Spadina to Portland.)

I don’t mind the noise so much - I’m willing to accept 40 or 50 dB of noise in the name of maintaining a State Of Good Repair. It’s the shaking that makes me nervous.

Got to see our neighbour’s place at the end of the hall last night - gorgeous - and meet one of her three cats. She gave us a silly rope-covered cat gym thing with dangling pom-poms. Her cats wouldn’t even look at it, so she offered it. Tarquin is mildly interested, at least.

And while we were standing around in the hall, we met the girl who lives in 501, the unit we originally wanted but didn’t get. Lucky us - it’s smaller, so cheaper, but their ceiling has leaked for the entire year they’ve been living there. The management people are beyond useless. And it didn’t come with appliances.

She has a lovely, enormous cat named Mindy. That makes at least nine cats and one dog on a floor with seven apartments. :D