Saturday, March 21, 2009

Current Mood: Aggrivated


Our downstairs neighbor is a bit of an ass character. He plays his music just loud enough that there is a constant bass thud throughout the living room. It bothers me ALL of the time, but for the most part, the cats ignore it. Today he's decided to try his hand at crappy guitar playing and equally horrendous singing. Sorry, singing is too nice of a word. Howling maybe, screeching definately. These pictures have just been snapped and as you can see, Albert, though wincing somewhat, can sleep through anything.


Elvis is not so lucky. He keeps twittering his ears and staring at me as if this is some kind of punishment. As if I am purposely making this horrible noise just to annoy him, you know, because I'm mean and all and withhold food.
UPDATE: the music has stopped. thank you thank you.

8 comments:

Ducky said...

Oh, Elvis. Been there, dude. I'm glad it's over for the moment. Enjoy.

Marlene said...

Aww, poor Elvis. I'm sorry about that!

Maybe you should be doing the Elvis and Albert Gran Prix around about 3 am for the benefit of said neighbor.

Anonymous said...

maybe the neighbour reads your blog :)

ChangingCourseAgain said...

Jeeze anonymous, I hope you're not my neighbor. ;0) However, if it is you, it's 11:15pm and I can hear your stereo. I must say, I think I prefer the singing.

Mari said...

Elvis looks like a king on that chair!

Anonymous said...

That happened to my sister and her husband, and asking the neighbor to stop didn't work, so my sister got a basketball and whenever the loud music started she or her husband practiced dribbling the ball on her floor. Drastic, but it did work.

Anonymous said...

Oh, that's a pain. I have noise issues with my upstairs neighbor. She plays music or her TV very loud. Also she doesn't have a carpet and she sometimes walks around in her high heels. I have complained a few times, and she turns the music down when I do, until the next time. My cats don't seem to mind, but I do.

Anonymous said...

What Barbara B says points out the difference between having an inconsiderate neighbor upstairs versus downstairs. You have the upper hand, Cori. I like the basketball idea... I was going to suggest buying a pair of tap shoes for yourself and walk around in them. A lot. Even better? Teeny tap shoes for Albert and Elvis. The white flag from the neighbor won't take long.

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