I agree with Phred. Find yourself an apartment that allows pets, pay the extra deposit, and live in peace. I did it once. I lived in a rented condo right after I graduated from Clemson. I was lonely, missed having a pet, and found Shrimp Boat, took her to the condo, where she was not allowed to be. She was absolutely no problem, never wet the floor, didn't make noise, didn't scratch the wallpaper. But there was one thing I forgot. In the spring, I LOVE to open my windows. Turned out all day, while I was at work, Shrimp Boat was sunning in the open window and every retired old lady in that complex saw her!! Thank goodness, they never did turn me in, and we moved out about a year later, but it was a problem everytime I needed maintenance to come in, I had to find a place for her to go.

You live and learn, but I think "honesty" is the best policy, really.

Oh, and Phred, I loved your story about Thumper! When I was a freshman at Clemson, my roommate went out shopping, and it was around Easter. Well, she saw one little duckling that was being trampled by the others, she bought him and brought him back to live in our room! He swam in the bottom of a vaporizer, and made a huge stinky mess in general! We kept him for a month, and then she finally realized ducks and dorm rooms weren't a good match. He found a home in the horticultural gardens pond.

[ October 26, 2001: Message edited by: Logan ]