I recently completed my most recent house and cat sitting assignment, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The location was ideal, situated in close proximity to the main shopping centers and the CBD. The apartment I stayed in was sparsely furnished, as it served as the owners’ original home while they resided on the central coast. I appreciated the minimalist aesthetic. The city views from the apartment were particularly stunning, especially at night.
On the first day of my stay, I drove my car into the garage and noticed that the owners had left the garage door open for me, which I found thoughtful. I made multiple trips to unload my belongings from the car, and when I finally finished, I closed the garage door. To my surprise, it locked when I tried to reopen it. I remembered the owner mentioning that the garage door was broken and couldn’t be locked, so I found this situation perplexing.
A feeling of distress quickly arose, prompting me to promptly contact the proprietor for assistance. In response, she inquired whether I had indeed entered the correct garage. I reassured her that I had, as it was the third garage from the furthest end, correct? It was then that I noticed the numbers on top of each garage were difficult to see, as the building had recently been painted, and the painters had affixed tape with the numbers. It dawned on me that I had mistakenly parked in the wrong garage.
I became slightly panicked when I realized I had an appointment that day and needed my car. However, after calming down, I realized there was not much I could do. I left a note on the garage door apologizing for my mistake. Later that afternoon, the garage owner called me and found it amusing. Although I had to cancel my appointment, I understand that mistakes like this can happen. I have learned my lesson and will pay more attention to numbers next time.
Caring for Stanley proved to be somewhat challenging due to his nervous nature, which is understandable given the unfamiliar environment. Cats tend to hide away when introduced to a new home.
Fortunately, my reputation as the cat whisperer is well-deserved. Stanley, in particular, mustered the confidence to not only sleep beside me but also became quite vocal.
Despite occasional instances of seclusion throughout the day, he and I found solace and amusement in watching cat videos on YouTube during bedtime.