Well, I am living in the city with the highest murder rate inupstate NY!

Another quirk that I ran across in apartment hunting is the mystery of how landlords/ladies determine how much to bill you for oil/gas/heat/water/hot water/electricity when there's only one meter and one thermostat and one source for any of that. Is there a separate bill that the electric/oil/water company sends, or does the owner arbitrarily decide what your percentage was and give you a separate bill from themselves? And how can you be sure they're not stiffing you.

*stocks up on candles and sweaters and fanboys (the boys with fans, for the summer)*

Or the floor of the subway?

I noticed when I visited friends in NYC that they don't even touch the rails walking down into the subway stations.

I think you don't know if they're screwing you, Julie. If there's only one meter, there's no way to know.

Me, I'd tell my cats they have to be indoors now, and go for the place with the nice kitchen, but that's probably why I don't have pets, and bake a lot of cupcakes. :)

If there's only one meter, the landlord is making a wild guess. Ask to see the previous tenant's bills.

I actually started out with the plan of making them indoor kitties, but then they started sniffing the dirt on my shoes when I came home from working in the gardens all day, and actually started hounding the door to sniff the outside air, and I just gave up very easily, because it's what they wanted. They weren't born in a house. And they could die from coyotes and ravens and white trash in rural NH, or from cars in suburban NY and NJ, but I'd rather have a relationship with a shortlived happy Cat cat than a long-lived boring housecat. But that's me and my own personal Cat philosophy.

I honestly wouldn't be happy unless my girls are happy. It's sad, mayhaps, but true. I dug one out of a pile of rubble with my borrowed-gloved-hands, kneeling on hundreds of tiny tiny nails for perhaps a whole hour and am rather attached to both their well-being and catness. I enjoy their independence and a housecat seems like a ready-made dog who's so bored that they're delighted when you come home. And that just seems selfish. And I just have a general philosophy of animals in small spaces. I don't do birds, fish, rodents because of the cages (and tanks, and also the unhugabbleness), or dogs because I don't have the time or energy to satisfy their pack-neediness.

Is it fair game for me to link to flickr photos that are public and have been placed in a flickr community? (This would be as part of a GWW drabble prompt.)

I can't see why it wouldn't be, Perkins. I'm assuming these are pictures by strangers? Hell, I've noticed that a number of photographs present me with a "blog this" option, so I guess what you're doing is well okay.

That's what I thought.

Hil's post upthread has now got me curious about that Havana Nights Dirty Dancing "sequel"--is it set in 1959 only? Because if so, my new BIL's sister was telling me what life was like in Havana those first few years after Castro took over, and it was initially not a big communist coup. At first.

But, by 1962 (post Bay of Pigs), everything was getting bad very quickly, and she and her husband were getting pressured to move away from their house, which just happened to be on the same block as the house of Castro's mistress, so he was always coming for a nookie break. The entire block was getting the "move away from our leader" vibe from his security squad, so they decided to head to the States. They got out on the last ship that legally left Havana for Florida, as did Jorge (my BIL, who was 3 y.o. at the time) and his parents.