cribs, Israel MTV edition

When I first walked into my apt, actually, a few steps before I walked into my apt, it hit me. It being smell. It has that old smell to it. Your nose gets used to it. But still, it smacks you in the face every time you come home. There is a locked gate door and then a glass door to the apt (plus several layers of added security for it and the gorgeous house that im underneath). I, being my brilliant self, on my first night left the glass door open and the gate locked, but allowing fresh air to come in. I went to sleep ridiculously early allowing for my minimum of 12 hours of sleep which my body needed, but I awoke to two glowing eyes staring at me through the dark. I freaked out, realized it was a cat, continued to freak out because 1) I hate cats and all animals 2) cats are like rats here, they are fricken everywhere 3) rats have diseased therefore cats have diseases (bubonic plague AND toxoplasmosis AND catscratch). I run out of the apt, not knowing where to go since, pajamas to start and then, what am I going to say to who? Didn’t make sense. But with all the craziness, the landlords must have come down and checked, opened the door, and let their cat inside. No, not a rabid cat. Their cat. I felt stupid.