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Over the weekend, I heard a squeaky sound upstairs. At first I thought one of the kids was making it, or perhaps one of their toys, but the snippets of conversation told me that it was a real kitten. I wanted to meet it, but I wasn't sure how to be polite about it as a tenant.

The opportunity came when I asked my landlord whether he had seen any GAMES Magazine issues that might have been meant for me (they're overdue, dangit). I then asked to see the kitten, and he kindly obliged.

( I was wrong.... )