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Apparently my apartment floor has some new residents who AREN’T paying rent, and I’m pretty grossed out. My landlord has instructed that my entire floor gets fumigated because some pests have been spotted over the last few weeks. As much as I love animals, I don’t really want to coexist with roaches in my living space. Nah. Not for me. I’m sure you all know the feeling: seeing a cockroach scurry across the floor instantly spirals you in to the thoughts that there are a few hundred colonizing in the walls and floors around you. I’m not about that life.
First of all, I had no idea the preparation for an exterminator visit was so crazy. I spent nearly 5 hours emptying the contents all of my drawers, closets, and cabinets in to boxes. It nearly looked like I packed up my entire place to move. With that said, it wasn’t even the most frustrating part of this process.
Here’s the catch: I have two pets. One (gigantic) dog, and one cat. According to the exterminator preparation sheet, I need to make sure my furry fellas are gone from my place for at least four hours after the place has been sprayed. This doesn’t really put me in too much of a predicament for my dog since he has a doggy “daycare” where I can drop him off to play with other pups (which, by the way, is adorable to watch). But my cat? That’s a problem.
You see, I usually just let my neighbor watch my cat when I need some help – but guess what? Their place is also getting sprayed with toxic chemicals, so that’s out of the question. I also can’t have a friend watch my cat because everyone I know is also working and/or lives way too far away to make a simple favor feasible.
So that left me with one ridiculous option: My cat is going with me to the office.
First thing’s first: thankfully, the people around me are not allergic so I don’t have to worry about anyone having a reaction while my furry friend hangs out for the day. Also, it’s important to note that my office is pretty pet-friendly… but that’s usually the case for dogs. Cats? Never been done before. Regardless of the flexibility of my coworkers, bringing a cat to work is a little weird.
So here I come, strolling in to the office with my laptop… and a travel kennel… with a cat in it. So I tried the age old trick of “just act natural” and, well, it didn’t work. No matter how subtle or “normal” you may seem waltzing in to work with an animal, people notice. And they won’t stop asking you about it.
“What’s its name?”
“Is that… a fucking cat?”
“Can I pet it?”
“I hate cats.”
“Fuck cats. Dogs only, man.”
“Awwww how cute! What its name?”
“Here, let me show you a picture of MY cat.”
“Cats are evil.”
My undercover mission was busted.
Right away, I noticed that people have no problem letting you know that they hate cats – even if you’re holding one. In fact, they’re very proud of it. It’s weird. But other than the parade of attention my cat received, the day was pretty normal. If anything, it was really relaxing. It’s a no-brainer that dogs and cats in the workplace create an environment that is comfortable, open, and flexible. Having pets nearby makes people happy and lowers stress levels.
Maybe I’ll just have to bring my cat to work again. As long as it doesn’t mean my place has to get fumigated a second time..