During the inspection, Mr. Perkly scrutinized every corner, muttering complaints about Stacey’s belongings, particularly fixating on her cat, Sylvester. He claimed that Sylvester’s hair was clogging the air vents and, with a dismissive wave, informed her that pets were no longer allowed. Stacey was horrified.
She wasn’t about to stand for it. She reminded Mr. Perkly that she had specifically asked about keeping Sylvester before moving in, and he’d approved. Sylvester had been her companion for six years; she wasn’t just going to abandon him over some fabricated inconvenience.