Cat helps tenants catch 17 mice while maintenance keeps making excuses so they deliver evidence during peak touring hours and watch the landlord scramble: ‘We could hear her SCREAMING at the maintenance guy about his request’

The genius of slumlord economics lies in denying problems until they literally walk through the front door. Maintenance teams master the art of creative patching, moving from imaginary holes behind stoves to phantom gaps near washers, treating structural integrity like a game of whack-a-mole where the moles keep winning. When photographic evidence of seventeen different mice fails to convince management, they pivot to amateur zoology, demanding tenants become specimen collectors as if rodent ghosts carry GPS tracking and detailed autobiographies about their migration patterns. The underlying theory seems to be that if you make pest control inconvenient enough, tenants will simply accept sharing their lease with extended mouse families.