Into the Weekend 09.17.21

Years ago, on a dark, dark night, the car came to my home to pick me up and take me to the scene. We had hatched out the plan earlier in the week, the four of us assigned our distinct roles. I was nervous because participating in such an endeavor could put everything I had worked for at risk - my reputation, my family, my future.

But I had agreed to help my friend and it was too late to renege at this point. I was the last of the accomplices to enter the car. The tension was unbearable. I’m not going to say I didn’t take a swig of scotch at this point. We arrived at the scene, a lakefront high-rise. Friend A called the elevator (I’m not using their real names to protect their identities); I held the building door open and made sure that the coast was clear; Friend B stayed in the getaway car; and Friend C, the ringleader of the scheme, quickly carried the covered crate through the door and right into the elevator, with the button to the designated floor already pressed.

Except for a faint “meow” in the elevator, everything went as planned and the crate landed in the living room of Friend C’s new condo...where his beloved cat lived in peace (although on the DL) for the next 11 years. 

As an attorney who knows that admissions can be used against you in a court of law, this is all I’m willing to divulge. 

Condo Associations do have a right to prohibit pets completely from their buildings or create whatever limitations to pet ownership they want. When you diverge from that policy, you are putting your pet at risk and maybe even the ownership of your condo.

It’s always best to know pet restrictions of any building BEFORE buying in the building… if only because I’ve tried to put my days as an accomplice behind me.

Have a great weekend