(And yes I admit I dont know how to spell maintenence)
Dear Luis, the maintenence man,
The other day, you so lovingly arrived at my apartment to change my air conditioner filter. You are so caring and worried about the health of my lungs, and of this I am appreciative.
However, you failed to notice that either upon entering or exiting my house, you allowed my beloved room mate, Gabby the Tabby, to escape from the front door. This creature is forbidden from roaming the outside world because she does not hold the knowledge of how to return to her place of residence, and has a history of running away.
If it weren't for my non-english-speaking-indian neighbors leaving me a choppy, barely understandable voicemail telling me they rescued my escaped cat and discovered a phone number engraved on a small pink heart under the word "Gabby" and decided to call it, I would no longer know the whereabouts of said furry room mate. (Thank you Bobby and his elderly mother for holding onto my prized best friend until I could come to tearfully snatch her up. I hope you enjoyed the fresh baked chocolate chip cookies I delivered to you in appreciation for, as you said "protecting my cat pet".
I hope you know, Luis, that it drives me mad that I can do nothing to bring your negligence to justice, because I sort of maybe forgot to pay my um...pet deposit..., but that I will somehow seek revenge upon your cat-liberating ways, even if you were looking out for the continuince of our dust free lungs.
All of my dissapointment and disgust,
Pooka Pooka, of the Shell



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I hate spelling things wrong. I've missed ya'll too!

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