Philip Gonzalez's neighbors are not happy with him and his ever-expanding collection of spraying, pissing, shitting kitties. Known for taking in strays, Gonzalez's heart may be in the right place, but his neighbors are freaking out about the aroma.
I know something about living in a stinky apartment. Time was, the building next door was a nice, quiet truck repair shop. A kind old guy named John owned it and even though he was offered a million or so bucks once the neighborhood blew up, he wanted to keep it local. So when he retired, he rented the building out to his buddy down the street. Unfortunately, that buddy opened a cabbage processing plant.
At first we thought rats would be the biggest problem. Then we got a whiff. So now, on the rare occasions when our apartments don't stink of rotting cabbage (which is especially lovely come August), we only have to contend with the poo stank of sewage treatment facility that we're somewhere downwind of. And my man wonders about my fondness for incense. . . .